After my grandfather died, I returned to Qingwuling to take over my old house. On the first night after entering the village, someone imitated my grandfather's voice outside the door and asked me to open the door.
Later I learned that what my grandfather left to me was not a house, but the "village position" that the Li family had maintained for decades. The yellow skin cries in the grave, the black cat frightens the coffin, calls out names in the well, and old debts of the clan come to the fore. Everyone in the village is looking forward to me taking over this job, because when the village guard is cut off, the person who dies first may not be the person who killed the evil, but the entire Qingwu Ridge.
