When my grandma passed away, I returned to the village to attend the funeral, but was forced to inherit a centuries-old forbidden craft in my family - sewing corpses.
The resentment of a person who died suddenly needs to be extradited with special bone needles, and the body can be sutured, so that the resentment can be calmed and the body can be laid to rest. From then on, drowned children, villagers hanging from beams, dead bones in the well... One after another, murderous corpses were carried in front of me.
I thought it was just a cold ritual, until I discovered that the same strange curse mark appeared at the feet of every corpse I stitched together. The torn secret pages of the village diary, the warning given by the temple guardian before his death, the cries day and night under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village... All the clues point to the bloody sacrifice sixty years ago.
It turns out that the sewing of corpses is fake, but the atonement is real. Every time I press a needle, I strengthen a curse that traps the entire village. And I am the last sacrifice of this reincarnation curse.
Now, with the bone needle in my hand, do I choose to continue to be a puppet of fate and complete this desperate suture? Or should you use your body as a thread to pierce the haze that has shrouded it for a long time and sew a new dawn for Huaiyin Village?
