Don't Open the East Door

Grandma died on the night of July 14th. Li Yuan returned to the village for the funeral and moved into the old house that no one had dared to approach for fifty years. The first night, he heard footsteps inside the wall. The next night, I smiled at him in the mirror. On the third night, the east door, which had been sealed with lime for sixty years, cracked. The old man in the village said: One person from every generation of the Li family must go in. The last person who went in was an aunt Li Yuan had never seen before. The last time, it was his great-grandfather. But this time - Men said, it's Li Yuan's turn. There is a black mark on his hand that cannot be washed away. Three months. Either find a scapegoat, go in yourself, or the whole village will die together. Li Yuan didn't want to die, nor did he want to escape. He wants to dig out the truth that has been buried under the old house for a hundred years. But he doesn't know that the truth is not for digging, but for eating people.