My name is Chen Shisan, the coffin boy from Huaishuling.
People in the village say that I have a negative destiny and am born to attract evil. That year, the exploration team entered the old forest in the back mountain. When they came out, only half of their bodies were left, dragging their bloody intestines. They brought back a piece of yellow paper with thirteen taboos written on it:
"Don't shine your light into a well when you are young. There will be no one at the bottom of the well."
"The red umbrella cannot reach the eaves, but the ghost has to change its shoulders."
"One grain of rice from the tomb in the back mountain is worth a life."
That night, three grains of blood-stained glutinous rice fell out of the belly of a dead pig owned by the king's butcher at the entrance of the village.
Immediately afterwards, the village party secretary dug out seven red paper umbrellas hanging upside down under the wall of his courtyard.
And I saw the fourteenth reflection in my well - the thing grinned and said with my face: "You are the last rule."
Now, the whole village is holding torches and blocking the door of my house.
Black blood began to ooze from the edge of the well, and the tombs in the back hill were moving.
I clutched the ancestral "Yin Fu Jing" and sneered.
Come on, let me teach you—
What is real, hell on earth.
