Grandma said that the Chuma Immortal offered by my family is more powerful than other families, just because the way we offer it is different.
Other families put three animals, melons and fruits on the table, but my family has to drop blood into the bowl. Every night at midnight, I hold the bowl over my head and kneel down to invite the immortal family to "have a meal."
That year I was lazy and used chicken blood instead of my own blood. When the night incense burner exploded, a shrill roar came from the ancestral temple.
Grandma grabbed me in horror: "The Immortal family said... You broke the rules and you have to come and get it yourself..."
Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned completely black, and she grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears:
"But the Immortal Family has changed its mind - it thinks your blood is particularly fragrant."
