I'm so milky.
On the night of the wake, something was scratching in the coffin.
The whole village heard it, and no one dared to say a word. I was the only one who patted the coffin board and said, "Grandma, please stop."
The coffin fell silent.
But there is a blood mark on the palm of my hand - scratched from inside.
My grandma is the only outgoing horse fairy in Shiliba Village. Before she left, she left three things for me: a hall, a wild fox, and an unbreakable red rope.
She said: "Sui'er, don't touch it."
I didn't listen.
Only after touching it did I realize that the three generations of Jiang family's horse immortals were not doing good deeds - they were guarding the door for something.
That thing behind the door has been hungry for a hundred years.
And my blood is the key it has been waiting for a hundred years.
