The night I received the invitation to my brother's wedding, I dreamed that the whole village was sitting at a banquet wearing shrouds. My mother smiled and tried on the cheongsam for me: "The bride must be dyed with blood to make her look red." When we arrived at the mountain village, my brother dragged me and hid in the cellar: "Everyone in the village died three years ago!" Deep in the cellar, seven female corpses exactly like mine were hung neatly. They were all wearing the same bright red wedding dress, with a wooden sign inserted in their heart: "The eighth one, at the time of Hai in the year of Gengyin, is a life sacrifice."
