I looked into the corpse's eyes, and now it demanded my life.
On my first day working part-time at a funeral parlor, I committed a Feng Shui taboo.
The ancestral compass oozed blood that night, and a black line appeared in the palm of my hand that only I could see. In my dream, a faceless man in a red raincoat is always waiting for me on the wet bridge.
The old master slapped me in the face with a scientific report: "The hallucination is the alkaloids of the corpse."
But the evidence on the female body screamed: She died in the south of the city, why was she wrapped in water plants from "Longyin Lake" 20 kilometers away?
What's even more terrifying is that when I marked all the weird things in the funeral home on the map, they actually formed an inverted Feng Shui situation that enveloped the whole city.
Science explains phenomena, but metaphysics faces the root cause - this city is a huge living altar.
And the sacrifices are no longer just dead people.
