As soon as Lin Ye, a folklore student, opened his eyes, lying in a coffin half buried in the earth, he traveled through time and became Amu, a young man who had just died in Qiang Village in Western Sichuan.
The whole village said that Amu died at the hands of the poisonous cat. But he clearly remembered a pair of hands pushing him hard at the moment he fell off the cliff, and the cold meowing of a cat on the edge of the cliff.
Sheep were drained of blood, chicken pens were attacked overnight, and there was a sound of tiles being stepped on on the roof late at night. The village elder only gave him three days to exorcise the evil spirits, and if there was any trouble, he would be burned to death.
Zema, who lives alone in the back mountain, is considered a poison cat by the entire village. She warned: "If you get scared, it will know where you are."
The more he checked Lin Ye, the more he understood: Amu's death was by no means an accident, and his resurrection was the most terrifying secret of the village.
An ancient saying in Western Sichuan: No poison can make a stronghold.
But I am not a poisonous cat.
The Poison Cat I grew up hearing about