A year ago, my wife, Su Wan, mysteriously disappeared from her family home in Wushan Village. No one saw her alive, and no body was ever found.
The police were at a loss, and the villagers kept their lips sealed. Fear hung over the whole village like a fog.
It wasn't until I returned to the abandoned old house myself that I discovered every clue pointed to the eerie persimmon tree in the courtyard.
Old Uncle A Gui, our neighbor, pulled me aside and pointed at it in terror. “It's a Sin-Reflecting Persimmon! That tree 'saw' Wanwan!”
That night, I witnessed the horror with my own eyes. A persimmon split open on a branch, its blood-red crack like a cold eye staring straight at me.
Third Uncle slammed the table in a rage and ordered me to leave the village at once and never come back.
But whenever I close my eyes, Wanwan cries out in my dreams: “A Mo, save me... It hurts so much...”
This time, I won't run away. Even if that evil tree “sees” me, I'll dig up the earth beneath it with my own hands and find out what's buried there: Wanwan's bones, or the village's bloody truth.
