No. 49 Tailwhip Alley

Laipi is a woman without a tail.

But they want to turn her into another He Zhen.

The living are two-faced; the dead lie uneasy in their graves.

A pig-bodied Buddha statue concealing malice, an old jar of rancid red rouge, twelve pairs of identical wrinkles at the corners of the eyes drowned in streaks of blood. Prayers to gods and spirits, ceaseless muttering rising from beneath the earth, day and night.

As incense ash curls into the air, the curse of Shuawei Alley will awaken among the ashes of the eighteenth rose.

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Theme: Does the truth matter