When the human world is a living hell, ghosts are merely visitors returning home.
While teaching folk legends in class, Chen Yanzhou declared, “Ghosts? Even if they really exist, they won’t hurt you. People can, though. It’s not ghosts you should fear, but terrifying people!”
But when he came to Shuitang Village to collect funeral songs, he discovered that the villagers had quietly concealed the truth about the annual drownings for the sake of tourism revenue.
A water ghost surfaced, dragging the girl’s corpse behind it, while the villagers on the bank merely raised their glasses with a smile. “It’s a sacrifice to the gods. There has to be a price.”
As the water ghost’s icy hand closed around Chen Yanzhou’s ankle, blood-red writing suddenly appeared in his ancestral diary:
“They watched me get dragged underwater... and they were still laughing.”
