In 1995, I taught history in the county town.
No one knows that the night my father died, a black thread crawled out of his palm.
No one knows that the broken copper seal at the bottom of my box is the seal of Faqiu Tianguan.
Others go to the grave by a compass or by the hoofs of a black donkey.
I rely on a thunder detector rod and knock on the stone to know where the tomb passage is, where the mechanism is, and where the unclean things are.
As soon as the copper seal falls, thousands of coffins bow their heads; as soon as the thunder sounds, all evil spirits retreat.
In order to survive, I plunged into the Ghostly Crying Bay of the Yellow River with a half-broken copy of "The Burial Scripture of Dry Bones".
Twelve coffins swayed with water drops in the hanging coffin array, hundreds of victims were soaked in the mercury pool, and the things under the Kunlun Ice Tomb were frozen for thousands of years and were still panting...
People on the road say that I am the last Faqiu Tianguan and the living ancestor of the Taoist industry.
They don't know that I am just an ordinary person who wants to live for two more years.
