In the autumn of the 16th year of the Republic of China, Luo Laowai, a warlord in western Hunan, forced me to lead a group of soldiers to break into the forbidden area "Coffin Mountain Valley" to find the legendary "mass grave" where the remains of three thousand Miao people who died in a foreign country were buried in order to raise military pay. According to legend, a Miao wizard set up a "soul locking array" at the bottom of the pit to suppress an ominous thing with three thousand dead souls.
When we pried open the bluestone tomb door that had been sealed for hundreds of years, we found that there were no bones in the mass grave, only a red lacquer coffin hanging in the air, swaying gently like a wind chime. What's even weirder is that what seeps out from the bottom of the coffin is not corpse water, but warm, bubbling bright red liquid.
From that day on, the soldiers who followed me into the mountains began to die mysteriously one after another - the faces of the deceased had weird smiles, and what oozed out of the corners of their eyes was not blood, but white wax. And outside the camp late at night, there would always be the faint ringing of copper bells and the low sobbing of a woman.
Uncle Lin Zhennan came from a hundred miles away, and his face turned pale after taking one look: "My dear nephew, you are in big trouble. That is not an ordinary mass grave, it is the most poisonous 'blood coffin corpse raising station' of the Miao family. What is buried under the pit is probably..."
Before I finished speaking, my uncle suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices and fell straight in front of me.
Before dying, he used his last bit of strength to draw three words on the ground:
"Don't believe him."
