Mountain Village Yin Yang Tour

My name is Chen Jiujin, and I am a traveler. To put it bluntly, if there is something dirty happening in that house, please let me go and take a look. This trip, I arrived at Zhoujiazhuang. A seventeen-year-old girl was followed by something dirty. Drink chicken blood alive, dig graves in the middle of the night, and keep saying one sentence over and over again - "Give me back my life." I thought it was an ordinary lonely ghost. But I was wrong. What was in that girl's belly was not a ghost. It's resentment. It's a hundred years of resentment. The people in Zhoujiazhuang kept silent. The graves in the back hill were piled up one after another, and not all of the bones buried under them were right. I took a look at the compass and my hands were shaking—— This is not about a ghost. This is a whole mountain that has to be turned over. The head of the Zhou family, who was under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, looked at me as if he was looking at someone who shouldn't be here. He asked me something: "Sir, do you want to live or die?"