Taoist Priest, There’s a Corpse Aura!

In the early years of the Republic of China, a strange Taoist priest moved in next door to my family.

He loved ringing a bell late at night and muttering, “The corpses are coming from western Hunan. Living people, stay away.”

I thought he was crazy, until the night of the Ghost Festival

A hundred headless corpses burst from the earth. Dressed in a yellow robe beneath the moon, he pointed a peachwood sword at the sky:

“I never wanted to use the forbidden arts of our founder, but tonight, I’ll show heaven and earth what a true corpse driver is!”

I peeked from behind the window, only to see every corpse bow down in unison.

The Taoist priest suddenly turned around, his blood-red eyes fixed on my window:

“Friend over there, since you’ve been watching for so long... would you be willing to help me with a little favor?”