My name is Wang Cuihua, and I am a shrew that everyone avoids in Zhaojiagou.
I treat my brothers coldly, my neighbors coldly, and my father-in-law who has been dead for three years never burns a piece of paper.
Until that Dragon Boat Festival, I picked up a piece of colored paper with red edges and gold threads beside his grave.
——As soon as I picked it up, my neck was strangled by invisible hands that night.
The sensible Aunt Zhao at the east end of the village said that it was the old man's "soul paper". I cut off his path during my lifetime, and locked his soul back with my own hands after my death.
The brazier on the stove burned the paper, and I spit out a mouthful of black blood and survived.
But it's just begun.
Because among the charred marks left by the brazier on the wall, my father-in-law's face slowly emerged...
He's back. And this time, he didn't just want to strangle me.
