The King of Hell Wanted Me to Die at the Third Watch, but I Chose to Live Until the Fifth Watch.

[Fengshui physiognomy, changing destiny against nature, folk weirdness] When I was twelve years old, my father sealed a coffin and buried me alive in my ancestor's grave. But he didn't know that I had become a living dead, and even the king of hell couldn't take my life away! Human skin coats, ghost-painted talismans, old turtles carrying coffins in the river, brothers' replacements, the dark market in the middle of the night...