Five years ago, I personally put on the burial clothes for my three-year-old brother and sent him to his grave.
Five years later, the archaeological team dug up his small grave and found an adult male corpse lying inside the coffin.
That's my husband who just disappeared yesterday.
On his wrist was the paper copper coin that I burned for my brother.
The archaeological team leader ecstatically recorded: "A miracle! The boy's body became a saint!"
I hid behind the crowd, my blood froze - the corpse's eyes were staring at me, with a weird smile on its lips.
That night, my husband's body crawled back home, with his limbs bent, and asked in my brother's hoarse childlike voice:
"Sister... Where is that dress with the little tiger embroidered on it...?"
From then on, I was dragged into a horrific funeral mystery that has shrouded for thousands of years.
Paper money is revived, Yin children are blamed, and the Nine Yin Tombs are opened one after another...
Only then did I understand that our Lin family, for generations, were not the heirs of the funeral rites, but the chosen "sacrifice".
And my brother who died seemingly innocently turned out to be the most terrifying part of the thousand-year conspiracy - the Blood Mantong.
Can I find the truth and break this vicious cycle by digging graves again and again?
When the final door to rebirth opens and we face the end of the world,
I choose to be buried with my body!
