On the day my grandfather passed away, I went back to the village to attend the funeral.
In the middle of the night, footsteps came from the front hall of the paper shop. I pushed the door open and went out. The boys and girls who had been facing the door during the day all turned around and faced me.
The cinnabar red at the end of the eyes seems to have just been dropped.
Aunt Wang knocked on the door in the middle of the night and gave me a red rope bracelet: "Wear it to keep you safe."
I opened the "Paper Notes" left by my grandpa, and the first page read——
The red rope is wrapped around the wrist, and the secret kiss comes to the door.
I threw the bracelet out the door, and when it landed, there was a strand of black hair tangled on it. Looking out, the paper man is holding a thin red rope, leading directly to Aunt Wang's house.
Later I learned that every ten years, this village would present a "bride" to the mountain ghost.
And the day I came back happened to be the tenth year.
Someone was secretly planning it, forcing me step by step into a dark marriage that had already been written.
The village party secretary, Aunt Wang, and even Uncle Zhao who helped me... Everyone had a layer of paper on their faces, and I couldn't see their true faces clearly.
Until I was carried up the mountain in a daze, woke up in a coffin in a mass grave, and heard someone singing outside -
"The auspicious time has come to send the bride——"
I struggled desperately and escaped into the cave of the mountain ghost.
There, I saw the so-called "mountain ghost".
It's not a ghost, it's a person.
A person who was buried alive by the village party secretary fifty years ago and still has a lot of resentment - my great-grandfather.
The collective secret of the village, the grievances of three generations, and a great-grandfather who was buried alive.
On the day I burned all the evil paper figurines, I left Kuhuai Village with my grandma's remnant soul.
The car drove far away and I accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, at some point, sat a paper man in red clothes.
It's laughing.
