Yin Pattern Embroidery

There is a rule in our industry: if you hear the sound of high heels in the middle of the night, don't open the door out of curiosity. Not only did I open the door, I became a "neighbor" with that thing. Now it knocks on my window on time every night, and my only life-saving talisman is my grandfather's old book that is about to fall apart, and the three taboos told by Uncle Jiu in the paper shop opposite. He said that if he wanted to survive, he had to find the "root cause" of it. I searched through the haunted house and only found an old photo, with the words on the back: "Taken on Beipo in the autumn of the Gengshen year. Agui." Only then did I realize that the bustling commercial street outside my window was the mass grave where Agui hanged himself decades ago. Tonight, it's coming again. This time, I plan to use the traditional methods left by my ancestors to have a good "chat" with it.