Mass Killing

When I opened the genealogy compiled by my great-grandfather, I found that he had left three ink circles. The first place is circled around an hour - "Wei Shi". It will turn red by candlelight. The second place is enclosed in a field - "paddy field". After scratching it open, it read "Buried with You" written on the bottom. The third place is circled on a person's name - "Tingjun". There are two words written next to it: early life. I shouldn't have checked. But I checked. Then I discovered: the people whose names were written wrongly in this genealogy will keep repeating their own deaths according to the wrong records. Ting Jun drowned in the well once a day for thirty years. My great-grandfather did not die of illness. He was bitten by the spectrum. Now it's my turn. The pen is in my hand. If I change one word, the evil spirit in the score will be freed. But if you change one word, everyone living in reality—their identity, property, and name—will collapse. My great-grandfather chose silence and then died. What should I choose?