Buried Alive in a Shroud for Eighteen Years: I Came Out of the Coffin Terrifyingly Powerful

Grandpa said I wasn’t human. I was living on borrowed years of yin life, and every year on my birthday, evil spirits came to claim me. The only way to ward off disaster and stay alive was to wear a dead person’s clothes and climb into a coffin. Every year, Grandpa dug up a different set of burial clothes and made me put them on. He did this for eighteen years straight. Eighteen years later, the moment I broke out of my coffin and climbed from the earth, I discovered I was terrifyingly powerful!