After Grandpa Died, the Whole Village Went Mad

On the day Grandpa was buried, the whole village knelt before the coffin to keep watch through the night.

At midnight, the coffin suddenly knocked.

The village chief tremblingly opened the farewell letter Grandpa had left behind. It contained just one sentence:

"Before the seventh day after my death, no one is allowed to leave the house. Whoever does will keep me company."

No one took it seriously. Except me.

On the seventh day, the first person to leave, Wang Dazhu, was found dead in the village well, face down, clutching a slip of paper:

"Grandpa says you broke the rules."

The village erupted.

Then came Grandpa's second rule, the third, the fourth... Those who disobeyed died; those who obeyed went mad.

People in the village began knocking on windows in the middle of the night, talking to themselves in mirrors, and digging up ancestral graves to lie inside.

With my childhood friend Wang Pangzi and three girls whose feelings for me were unclear, I tried to unravel the rules Grandpa had left behind.

Until we discovered that...

Grandpa had already died once, thirty years ago.

And the "Grandpa" here now wasn't human at all.