On the night of the blood moon of the Zhongyuan Dynasty, my son got into the "corpse-suppressing coffin" while playing around. The ghost in the coffin asked his wife, who had been running a coffin shop for generations, to pierce a "substitute" with her own hands. The wife looked panicked and immediately picked up the bamboo knife to prepare the materials, but disappeared after answering a phone call. My heart felt like it was being torn apart as I listened to the faint beating and crying of my son in the coffin. "Dad, it's so dark in here... I'm scared! When will mom come to save me?" In desperation, I called my wife desperately, begging her to come and save our son. When the call was connected, his wife's tone was reproachful, "You shouldn't have let her run around in the shop normally!" "Xiaoyan used the old hemp paper you gave him to make a design and was haunted by a ghost. If he didn't make a 'groom' to send him away in time, he would He's dead!" "My son will be scared when he wakes up. Just keep watch and I'll come back tomorrow morning to open the coffin." She didn't know that today, with the twin snakes and blood moons breaking the loess, it was impossible to keep the coffin until dawn. And what she comes to see tomorrow morning will only be a small mummy that has been drained of its essence.
