On the seventh day after my grandfather was buried, the lights in the mourning hall were turned off three times in a row.
The old man in the village said: "Three lights out, disaster will come. Future generations will not be able to find the cause within three days, and the whole family will suffer."
My name is Lin Xiaobei, I deliver food. I don't believe this.
Until the back of my hand, a line of small black words seeped out of thin air——
[Rule 1: Don't answer questions from people in the grave]
A voice came from the grave, calling me by my nickname. That was grandpa's voice.
Later I learned that there were 108 such "regular tombs" underground across the country, and each tomb was engraved with a set of strange rules that meant death if violated. And I have already entered the "military status" of the first tomb - if I don't enter the next tomb within seven days, it will be marked as heart-eating and death.
