Souyoulu

In 1993, Linzhou was assigned to the most remote forest farm. On the first night of registration, the wordless ancient book left by my grandfather opened by itself, and one word appeared: Wait. A few days later, the illegal logger died suddenly under an old locust tree, with extreme fear on his face. The ranger kept silent and the police hurriedly closed the case. Lin Zhou didn't believe it. When he was a child, he walked alone into the old forest and saw the symbols on the tree trunks, the corpse soil under the tree roots, and the rotting face in the darkness. The ancient book was as hot as a soldering iron on his chest. An old voice sounded in his head: "Boy, let me lend you your body."