After Chen Duba went crazy, his blood stained the ancestral hall. Early the next morning, seven paper figures were hung under the beams, with cinnabar dots between their eyebrows, swaying in the wind like living things. The villagers did not dare to come near, so they knelt down and worshiped from a distance. Lin Sanhuai mingled in the crowd, staring at the fingertips of the paper figures - those were the outlines of the seven people who committed suicide in the dream last night. He sneaked in at night and used the ashes from the cremation furnace to draw talismans on the back of the paper figurine, but was shocked to find that the talisman patterns were exactly the same as the inscriptions on his daughter's urn. Zhao Banxian burned a talisman to suppress it, and the talisman's ashes fell to the ground and turned into a snake, which got into Chen Muba's ear. He huddled in the grave, unconsciously picking out a strand of black hair with his fingers, and half a copper coin was wrapped around the end of his hair - it was the soul coin his mother wore when she was buried.
