The First Seven Strange Tales: Copper Coins Ask for Life

>There is a scary legend in our town: in the first seven nights of the soul, the dead will demand their lives from the living. >As a forensic doctor, I never believed in evil until I suddenly sat up during the autopsy of the seventh victim in a serial murder case. >He held a copper coin engraved with the word "" between his stiff fingers and stuffed it into his empty eye socket. >Amid the crisp sound of the coins falling to the ground, I heard my late wife's voice chuckling behind me: "It's your turn." >I fled overnight to the ancestral coffin shop owned by my archenemy Chen Xuan. >He was using cinnabar to draw symbols on the yellow paper without raising his head: "Close the door, light the lamp, and don't let the shadow break." >The sound of fingernails scraping the door panel was heard outside the door, and Chen Xuan suddenly strangled my neck: "You smell like dead man's copper." >When the seventh copper coin rolled into the shop, he stared at my pale face and sneered: "You will be the first to die tonight."