For forty years, I traveled through China's most remote mountain villages and eeriest old towns, recording strange happenings that people had deliberately tried to forget.
Some call me crazy. Others call me a fraud. But those who lived through it, the survivors who knocked on my door in the dead of night, trembling and hollow-eyed, know that everything I say is true.
Every story in this book is stained with blood.
There was the secret a Xiangxi corpse driver told me on his deathbed, about the corpse that “shouldn’t have been there”; the taboo passed down through generations of Yellow River corpse collectors, warning that some bodies must never be touched; and the deserted grave in the old forests of the Northeast, the one that moves…
Worst of all, these things are still happening.
If you open this book at midnight, remember:
Some words must not be read aloud.
Some pictures must not be stared at.
And some stories… once you’ve heard them, there’s no escaping.
Cui Daigong
At Beijing Xishan Psychiatric Hospital
Winter, 1987
(Note: Professor Cui had disappeared before this book was published. His assistant compiled the manuscript, and parts of it were “edited” before being made public.)
The content is very knowledgeable, half true and half false
The content is detailed, the writing is very good, and it is very beautiful.
True and false, false and true, you can tell the difference for yourself. The story is well written and the plot is reasonable. Short and concise, not tiring to watch, five-star review.