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On the night of the Ghost Festival in 1985, the Dumb River flowed backwards, and hundreds of blood coffins floated in the village. The Shen family's daughter-in-law collapsed in the delivery room, the baby fell to the ground, and all the dogs in the village became mute at the same time. The grandfather sewed the placenta into his own shadow, plucked his grandson out of his household registration book, and became a black man from then on. People couldn't see him, but all the ghosts stood up and saluted. Nineteen years later, the highway was built deep into the mountains, and the old graves without monuments were to be bulldozed. Shen Sang picked up a shovel for the first time, and dug out a pottery bone figurine that looked exactly like himself, with a third stone eye embedded in his forehead. The stone eye drilled into his forehead, and he heard a click in his head, like a key turning in a lock. The lock was opened, and the blood coffin ran back mouth by mouth. Every time it ran back, it took away a life. The death method was the one they feared the most. Grandpa said that the debt has reached your generation, and it is time to pay it back. Either you die, or you lose another ninety-nine lives! Shen Sang wants to live, but she also wants to know whose debt I am? An account book written in nineteen years of life, one life changes one chapter. Don't blink, your shadow is reading it too.