Taboo

Yin Xing should have died in a pool of blood in the delivery room nineteen years ago. For as long as she can remember, a lingering moldy green shadow has been lingering around her heels, taking root and growing day by day. The face reflected in the mirror is always slow, and wet finger marks will always appear on the windowpane on the continuous rainy day, which will never be wiped away. In the middle of the night on my birthday, there would always be the sound of nails scraping against the wood under the bed. She asked her grandfather countless times why. The old man never spoke a word, but replaced her with a newly made cinnabar rope every year on her birthday. The red rope wrapped tightly around her slender wrist bones, suppressing the evil spirit. In the folds of my grandfather's old eyes, he has always hidden secrets that he never said a word. Yin Xing knew that her grandfather had hidden a debt that spanned nineteen years from her. She quietly waited for the day when the answer to the mystery would be revealed, but fate brought the end to her first. ——She waited for the news of her grandfather's death. In the middle of July, the gate of hell opened wide and it rained heavily. At the entrance to the village, a century-old banyan tree was tangled and shady. My grandfather was lying naked under the dark tree roots. His entire back was torn apart. His old navy blue sweatshirt was shattered into strips of cloth and deeply embedded in his everted flesh. But underneath the skin was terrifying, densely packed with eyeballs. Thousands of pupils are wide open and dead, and every inch of the eyes is fixed with a bit of ghostly green, dark and bright, like the ever-burning lamp in an ancestral hall that lasts for many years, illuminating all the evil spirits. It is sinister and bone-chilling and will last forever. After taking care of the funeral, Yin Xing went through the old belongings left behind by his grandfather, and found a thin and cold book on the bottom of the dusty camphor wood box. The cover is a dark brownish red, and its texture resembles that of dried human skin, soaked in years of corpse oil and cold, and its tentacles are sticky and cold. The handwriting on the book is twisted and squirming, like crawling rotten insects, and is strange and strange - "Record of Suppression of Evil". Go straight to the last page, you will find the most sinister and mysterious forbidden technique in Lingnan, every word is heart-breaking and every sentence is life-threatening: "Concealing the truth" Using the oil of uncorrupted corpses as a medium, the resentful souls of the newly deceased are trapped, stripped of their inherent ghost life, and the mutilated bodies of the dying infants are forcibly mended. If you steal a day's life from the human world, you owe a life debt to the underworld. Those who carry corpses in exchange for their lives will feed ghosts for the rest of their lives, paying for their sins from generation to generation without end. Grandpa's name was written sluggishly, weighing heavily on her birthday inscription. —— "Reading Alert" 1. Weird stories + urban fantasy + shady debt system 2. All characters (regardless of human/ghost/non-human) serve the fate of the heroine, and there is no one-way pleasure. 3. The ending is not a traditional reunion "Demining" 1. The story of a non-virtuous man and a woman of faith, all of them fall into the web of cause and effect, and no one is innocent. 2.1VN refers to being ridden with sins and debts, and being a fan of thousands of people. (The story is fictitious, please do not imitate it; only by keeping your heart righteous can you gain clarity.) Purpose: Work hard for a better future