Graduating straight into unemployment, Zhang Wei returned to his remote hometown looking utterly dejected. All he wanted was to lie flat and give up.
Beneath the old locust tree at the village entrance, he casually picked up a "wedding gift" wrapped in red cloth.
That night, nightmares swept over him like a tide. A cold voice kept repeating in his ear: "You took the money. Come with me..."
In despair, the village shaman grabbed him. "Trust me! If we perform the ritual within three days, you can still survive!"
But a madman lurking in the shadows interrupted with a hoarse shout: "Don't trust her! She's the ghost who wants you dead! Trust me, and you'll live!"
On one side was the respected guardian of the village. On the other was a madman everyone despised.
Icy well water was still seeping in through the crack beneath the door. Who should he choose?
One wrong step, and he would be doomed forever!
