Lin Jiuchuan, a mortician in Huangxian Village, has been able to see unclean things since birth. That night, as he dressed an old woman in her funeral clothes, his Eye of Truth suddenly began to burn. Three yellow hairs crawled out through a crack in the coffin, and a voice came from the old temple at the village entrance: “Hey, does this look human to you?” The legend of the “Yellow Weasel Asking for a Title,” in which twelve villagers died a hundred years ago, was playing out again that very night! When he followed the yellow hairs and pried open a gap between the old temple’s bricks, a chilling wind from the thousand-year-old tomb beneath the ground made the funeral clothes whip in the air. The red-eyed yellow weasel bit through its chains. “Your Lin family ancestor tricked me into sealing the coffin back then. Now it’s time to settle the score...”
