Yin Child Comes into the World

When I was twelve years old, the whole village insisted that I had died in a mass grave in the back hill. But I stood in front of them. Only I knew that it was not all me who came back. Grandma quietly drew a blood talisman on my palm and told me not to let anyone touch my chest. Late at night when I was eighteen years old, my girlfriend pointed behind me tremblingly: "There is an old lady wearing a shroud lying on your back." Feng shui bureaus, living corpse marriages, hundreds of ghosts carrying sedan chairs... The strange things I personally experienced were all recorded in the fragmented "Folklore and Strange Stories". Until I turned to the last page, there was a portrait of me when I was born, with the label: The Yin boy comes into the world, and all ghosts will eat it.