On the night of his grandfather's death, Wang Ming came across a bloody fish head at the vigil. In the dark red liquid seeping from the fish's gills, he saw the eyes of his grandfather's portrait moving. The engraved bones wrapped in red cloth, the sudden stop clock, the figure in a white coat dragging an iron bucket at the alley... When the watermelon cracked open to reveal his eyeballs, and the touch screen coffin lit up with a fingerprint lock, he realized that this funeral was not the end, but the beginning of a nightmare that had been fed by his family for seven generations.
