Zongjia Village is a village trapped by mountains. When I returned home during the Qingming Festival, I broke the strange rules passed down from generation to generation in the village. The foggy dusk, the paranoid ancestor worship, the weird paper flower road, actually led to the house where the funeral was held... The white cloth in front of the mourning hall fell on my head without any bias. Every step after that felt like being pushed into a situation that had been laid out long ago.
Purpose: Uncover the dusty secrets beneath the strange appearance of the countryside