Wanqi Fragments

God is dead, but the rules remain. A stone engraved with ancient characters was excavated at the demolition site, and three people died that night; the developer bulldozed a mountain to build a resort, and the excavator driver went crazy on the first day of the explosion; the new community was built on a mass grave, and there were footsteps in the corridor every midnight. These are not accidents, they are punishments enforced by the old contract. My name is Shen Yan, I am twenty years old and the last one to keep the contract. While others repair the books, I repair the contract. The deed of the mountain god, the deed of the river god, and the deed of the dead soul. Every time I make a contract, I will bear a share of the sin for the dead person. Bark has grown out of his left arm, his right ear is about to go deaf, and no one in the three generations of the Shen family has lived past the age of forty. I thought I would be like my father and die in the backlash of a certain contract one day. Until that day, after I finished copying a mountain deed, the book in my arms suddenly became hot - a crack slowly appeared on the last blank page. The Wanqi Monument is cracked. My father said something before he died: On the day the monument is cracked, it will wake up. What "it" was, he didn't have time to say.