Sacrificed from the Start, I Pull Out a Suona

The day my family offered me up as a sacrifice, I calmly pulled out our ancestral suona. The moment the ghosts surged through the night, they all fell to their knees, and the red coffin shuddered as a bloody crack split open. The clan leader pointed at me with a trembling finger. “You... just who are you?” I smiled and played the final note. The entire ancestral graveyard exploded with a roar. A deep, teasing voice came from the dust. “Even your ancestors have to call me Grandpa.”