The whole village called Su Yantang a disaster star, saying that when she cried, smoke would emit from the grave, and when she was angry, the ancestral tablets would crack. But no one knew that every midnight, the graves cursed by her would be automatically filled with hot porridge, copper coins and red embroidered shoes - the souls of the dead were thanking her. Until that night, Chen Shouyi discovered that the blood on her fingertips had turned into a talisman. Widow Liu knelt in front of the ancestral hall and burned the sacrificial inscriptions from thirty years ago, while the little mute gently placed the last tribute on her own coffin.
