Zhao Xiaosheng returned to his hometown and fell from the human world to purgatory in just one night.
He woke up in the coffin, the cold was gnawing at his bones, his whole body was bound by invisible forces, and his dignity and reason were torn apart inch by inch.
He struggled, screamed, and ran away, just trying to keep a normal life.
But the darkness is all-pervasive, fear gnaws at me day and night, and every resistance brings a deeper fall.
The light is gone, all retreats are cut off, there is no one to rely on, and there is nowhere to escape.
The young man who once longed for the distance and believed in reason slowly became silent, numb, and collapsed in the endless torture.
He is no longer him, but he has to live and endure endless suffering.
This journey home was destined to be doomed from the moment he stepped into the village.
Purpose: To criticize the destruction of human nature and family affection caused by feudal superstition, and to write about dignity and the struggle for fate in desperate situations.