Zhou Chuan, the owner of the shroud shop, took a high-priced order from a mysterious woman and sewed four sets of shrouds according to the specified height. After finishing it, I was surprised to find that the size was exactly the same as my own. Immediately afterwards, his parents and sister fell into unexplained comas one after another. He followed up and found the four sets of shrouds and the hair belonging to his family entangled deep in the collar in the coffin of the family massacre in the neighboring county. A chill suddenly rose up, it seemed like a fatal ritual for his whole family.
