Before he died, my father forced me to recognize my ancestors and return to the clan, saying that I needed to bear the evil spirit of the Shen family for three hundred years.
In anger, I threw the genealogy into the ancestral hall. That night, the coffin rang, the paper figures laughed, and the whole village went mute.
My ancestor's coffin board could no longer hold it down. He crawled out not to protect his descendants, but to strangle me, an "unscrupulous person", with his own hands.
The blind man at the entrance of the village told me: Every generation of the Shen family will give birth to a "sacrificial victim" who will use their lives to pay the blood debt of their ancestors. This generation, it's my turn.
But when I opened the family tree, I discovered a secret - the first-generation sacrifice that was sacrificed three hundred years ago died in exactly the same way as the scene in my dream.
I'm not paying a debt, I'm repeating a murder that will never end.
In this life, I destroyed the family tree and burned the ancestral hall. I want all the wronged souls from the past three hundred years to come to me alone.
