When I was eight years old, I became the whole village's sacrifice to the mountain god. It was my biological parents who pushed me into the abyss.
They thought I was dead and exchanged my life for ten years of good weather in the village.
But they didn't know that I recognized a "grandpa" at the bottom of the abyss.
Ten years later, the curse of the village reappeared, and the dry wells gushed with blood. Everyone who participated in the sacrifice began to die mysteriously and tragically one after another.
Wearing the red wedding dress from back then, I returned to the village entrance safely.
The village chief was so scared that he lost his mind: "You... Are you a human or a ghost?"
I tilted my head and showed an innocent smile: "Grandpa, village chief, I came back to get married. By the way, my grandpa asked, which hand was that that pushed me down?"
That night, the village chief chopped his right hand into pieces with his own hands at his home.
The whole village went crazy. They invited Taoist priests and monks to suppress me again.
But when the Taoist priest saw me, he was so frightened that he bowed his head and bowed. The monk's staff touched the corner of my clothes and instantly shattered into ashes.
Behind me is the entire underworld.
Because I picked up my grandfather under the abyss. His surname was Yan.
Now, he asked me to ask: Who else in this world wants to touch his granddaughter?
[Innocent lolita face + Lord Hell of the underworld, I ask you if you are afraid?
Intention: What the abyss swallows is the human heart, and what returns is the self.