In order to fulfill his father's obsession, Chen Xi, an atheist, took Zhou Lei, a young man who understood folk customs, and drove an off-road vehicle into the mountains of western Jiangxi. After the navigation failed, they were pulled by invisible forces. Dark human figures flickered in the forest, fresh ruts appeared on the abandoned mountain road, and the tires were stained with strange black and red mud marks. When the ancient village huddled in the shadow of the mountains finally emerged, the crooked mud houses, the whining mountain breeze, and the rusty pig troughs among the weeds all spoke of taboos buried by time.
The only village guard, Grandpa Zhao, was hunched in front of the tile-roofed house, holding a pig's hoof-shaped crutch in his hand under his blue shirt. His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the old photos. "Hong Shouyi, I left three years ago, and I couldn't live without it." The old man added firewood to the stove, and the flames opened his wrinkles into ravines, slowly revealing the horror of the dust - decades ago, the old sow in Hong Shouyi's family gave birth to a "five-fingered pig". The hooves were divided into five toes like human hands, which was a "human-headed pig fetus" that was untouchable in folk custom...
