Song of Cracked Jade: in the Coffin of Blood Mercury, I Turn My Back on the World

On a mercury rainy night, I woke up from my coffin The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was not the sky or the earth, but a dead face hanging on the tip of my nose - the skin was soaked in mercury and was translucent, like a thin lamp, but the facial features were still twitching. "Don't move." The "lamp" breathed at me, but what came out of its mouth was the sweet smell of blood, "If you die, it will be easier for me to do business." I wanted to raise my hand, only to realize that I was lying in an open coffin. The inside of the coffin board was covered with scratches - there were sawdust embedded in the gaps between my fingernails, but not a drop of blood flowed from my fingertips. What's even more sinister is that I have half a piece of blood jade stuck in my chest, and bright silver mercury beads are seeping out from the crack. One by one, they fall to the bottom of the coffin, ticking, ticking, as if they are counting my life. "Zhao Gao asked you to come?" My voice was hoarse as if it had been filled with sand.