Red String Hundred Ghost Contract

My mother died suddenly with a red rope tied around her feet. At the age of twelve, I became the only support for my eight-year-old sister. The ghosts of the nineteen dead mothers are offering sacrifices to the evil spirits, respecting their flesh and blood as bait. My father's lover knocked on the door, as gentle as water. She reflected on the river-crossing stone has no facial features and is covered with worms. "Don't be afraid." I held the nursery rhyme book left by my mother and said, "Sister, I will take you across the river." After investigating and uncovering a thirty-year evil conspiracy, I snatched my mother's soul back from my biological father. I warned the red ropes floating all over the city: "After eating so many mothers... It's your turn to be eaten back by the mothers!" The red rope flowed backwards, the evil giant cocoon shattered, and the monster hiding in the gutter eating maternal love finally understood: The tamest feed often has the sharpest teeth. Special reminder: Don't read late at night. Didn't you hear your mother's last cry? The red rope is wrapped around you.