My name is Luo Wanghai. When I was kicked into Yinshan Village by my master, I thought I was here to help the poor. Until I discovered that the entire village, men, women, and children, were all laughing at the same funeral, and the bodies in the coffins were counting people with their eyes open. The worn-out "Burial Scripture" that I carry has been burning since the night I escaped from the ancient village - every time I turn a page, a villager bleeds to death in reality. The "Hundred Ghosts at Night" on page 37 is lighting up one by one, and the first name on it is my most trusted village chief. They said that this kind of Yin spirit magic can only restrain me invisible. But they don't know that my eyes can see the source of these curses. I thought I was here to die, but actually I was here to overturn the table. The next one whose name lights up is you.
