The century-old curse in western Hunan awakened, and I became its chosen sacrifice.
We at Longkou Gou have only one ancestral motto: Don't linger at the tomb, as the dead will open their eyes and the living will be uneasy.
Until Grandma Luo died in the village. She died in a miserable condition - her mouth was stuffed with wet grass and her throat was clogged with sheep dung.
All her sheep also disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, strange things happened one after another:
On the vigil night, the oil lamp suddenly turned green, and the sound of wet chewing came to my ears.
The strong men in the village began to go crazy. They knelt on the ground and gnawed the soil crazily, shouting "The ancestors are hungry."
The Liu family's ancestral grave was dug up, and the inside of the coffin was covered with desperate scratches...
In the reflection of the well water, a woman wearing old clothes appeared.
Everyone said that it was Granny Luo's curse that attracted the dirty things.
Only I know that things are far from that simple.
When I sneaked into the abandoned mine in the back mountain and saw the human sacrifice from a hundred years ago on the mural, and the two tiny skeletons in red clothes in the corner...
I finally understood that we, the descendants of the four surnames Chen, Liu, Wang, and Luo, have owed a blood debt since we were born.
Now, the creditor is here to collect the debt.
They are hiding in my sheepfold, their eyes glowing with a faint green light.
Grandpa tried his best to protect me and said tremblingly: "Run!"
But I can't run away anymore.
Because last night, I clearly heard the figure in shabby cloth saying in a hoarse voice outside my window:
"You bring me some grass, and I'll come too... And I'll give you a gift as well."
They're back.
And I will be the final sacrifice of this centuries-old dark marriage.
