Ghost Hunter

In our line of work, we have three iron rules: first, don't kill living things, second, don't eat the flesh of the complainer, and third, don't enter the village of new graves. In the winter of 1990, my father committed all three crimes and fled into a village called Liujiazui. A pig butcher possessed by pig resentment had just died in the village. On the night of the corpse's transformation, the grave was empty and monsters were rampant. Everyone thought the thing had escaped. Only my father knew that it was waiting under the village, waiting for the full moon night, waiting for the whole village to bury it with it. That day, he looked up at the sky and said with an ugly face: "Tonight is the night."