The Living Tomb of Human Skin

I received a bronze box with no return address. Inside was half a map made of blood-slick human skin.

When I examined it under a lamp, the veins on the map began to pulse. Bloody words appeared on the back: “If you want to live, make a rubbing of this map before midnight.”

Lao Yang stared at it, then suddenly screamed. “I saw this map when my grandfather went into a tomb! The whole team was skinned alive that night!”

We followed the map into the mountains, where an entire ancient tomb shifted position every night. A strange inscription was carved at its entrance: “My body is not yet dead. Anyone who enters without permission will surrender their skin to me.”

The figures in the murals followed us with their eyes, and a heartbeat sounded from inside the stone coffin.

The moment we opened the coffin, Ling Yuwei screamed, “Inside... it’s your face!”