On my eighteenth birthday.
Grandpa, who has been dead for three years, is back.
To be precise, it was his voice.
At 3:17 in the morning, the dead man knocked on the door, the photo of the corpse cracked open, and the nine black coffins in the backyard shook at the same time.
The note left by grandpa only said:
If a dead person knocks on your door at night, don't open it.
I found out later.
On the night of his birth, nineteen thunderbolts struck down the mountain temple, and seven people in the village died.
Grandpa used nine black coffins to lend me eighteen years of life.
Now the deadline is up.
The debt needs to be paid off.
My name is Chen Changsheng.
A man who should have died eighteen years ago.
And those mountain gods who have been worshiped for hundreds of years, the Yin gods who receive incense, and the ancient ghosts who have lived for hundreds of years...
They are all waiting for me to open the ninth coffin.
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The scariest thing in the world is never the ghost.
It's what a person is willing to become in order to survive.
