Taboo, Don't Vote for My Dad

Shen Ye woke up from the coffin, and his father, who had been dead for three years, was lying next door. The father said: "Son, don't vote for me this round." Thirty-two people, thirty-two human skins. For every three people who die, one must be voted to death. Those who were cast out lit sky lanterns. In the first round of voting, Shen Ye voted for his father. When my father was burned to ashes, he smiled and said: "Son, in the next round, we will still be father and son." Shen Ye lowered his head and looked at his own shadow—— In the shadow, there was a pair of pale hands, stacked with his.