When Lin Ye opened his eyes, he was lying in a coffin half-buried in the earth.
He had transmigrated into the body of A Mu, a young man who had just died in a Qiang village in western Sichuan.
The whole village said A Mu had been killed by a poison-cat spirit, but Lin Ye clearly remembered a pair of hands shoving him hard at the moment he fell off the cliff.
Sheep were found drained of blood, the chicken coop was attacked in the dead of night, and footsteps were always heard crossing the roof after dark.
The village elder gave him three days. Once the time was up, they would perform an exorcism and burn him alive.
Zema, who lived alone behind the mountain, was the poison-cat spirit everyone in the village feared. She warned him: "The moment you get scared, it knows where you are."
The more Lin Ye investigated, the more he realized that A Mu's death had been no accident, and that his resurrection was the village's most terrifying secret.
An old saying in western Sichuan goes: No poison, no village.
But I'm not a poison-cat spirit.
(The story is complete. Dive in with confidence.)
The Poison Cat I grew up hearing about