My college roommates collectively burned paper for me, saying that I died a hundred years ago. It wasn't until my third uncle knocked on the door of the dormitory that I had resurrected a corpse, and I realized that I was the last descendant of the Immortal in the village. In a murder case, all seven members of the family saw a female ghost in red before they died. The Taoist priests they invited were all crazy, and only I could see - there were twelve immortals standing behind the woman, waiting for my incense. Today, let the whole city see what it means to invite a god to take care of you. There are no taboos.
