A strange conspiracy brought me into the whirlpool. There are two sides of life, light and dark. My uncle in my hometown suddenly died of illness, and I went to pay my respects. Because I was not a close relative, I just kowtowed and burned paper in a symbolic manner at the funeral. I didn't expect that the paper I threw would cause the entire fire in the brazier to go out. I couldn't light it, but when the next person burned the paper, everything was normal. After that, I had frequent nightmares, but was told that it was my aunt who had done it. I went to my aunt to discuss the situation and solve the problem, but I found that things were not that simple. There was a slight connection between my uncle's death and the person who harmed me. For this reason, I embarked on the road to seek the truth.
