Yin Contract Mirror

In the deep mountains of the south, the fog persists all year round. I grew up in the village, and I only knew that my grandfather was a man of old-fashioned rules. On the day he died, only three things were left behind: An old deed book filled with dark red handwriting, an ancient bronze mirror with half a corner missing, and a repeated last word—— If you can't go out when the fog rises, and if you hear the sound of combing your hair at night, don't respond. I thought it was just rural superstition until the first person in the village died beside the ancient well. Reflection in red clothes, combing hair in the middle of the night, strange noises in the ancestral hall, corpses floating on the river... Strange things happened all around me. Later I realized that what my grandfather followed was not a rule, but a debt owed a hundred years ago. As soon as the deed was opened and the mirror shined, those things sunk in the soil, soaked in water, and hidden in the fog, Finally, I have to find a living person to settle the matter.