I was skinned alive and made into a lantern, which was hung in the courtyard of a deep house.
When peeling the skin, I gritted my teeth and did not let the powerful people hear a cry.
The young master Shen Yanzhi always stares at the lantern late at night, gently stroking the lamp surface with his fingertips: "Sister-in-law, does it hurt?"
He didn't know that my soul was imprisoned in the lantern, let alone that I could control the light.
When my enemies were having a night banquet, the lanterns suddenly turned blood red, reflecting their ferocious faces as they skinned me.
The powerful people went crazy and mutilated themselves one after another, tearing their own skin and screaming: "She's back!"
Shen Yanzhi finally discovered the secret of the lantern and held me in his arms.
"Don't be afraid," he kissed my white bones, "I will hold the lamp for you this time."
The flames of revenge ignited in Huating, revealing all the dirty secrets.
When the lantern was lifted into the sky, I heard him whisper: "Sister-in-law, don't make a sound..."
"Look how they die."
