Carrying a Corpse

At that time, I stayed with my master in a deserted mountain village. I heard a noise in the coffin in the middle of the night. After opening the coffin, I brought out a person who shouldn't have woken up. His name is Ajiu. In other words, at that time, I only knew how to call him that. For many years afterwards, I carried corpses, suppressed ghosts, and walked through the deepest mountain roads in western Hunan. I also saw living people doing more cruel things than zombies. But what I can't really hide from in this life is not ghosts, not tombs, not old things in the Miaojiang Mountains, but Ah Jiu who looked at me from the coffin that night, and the old corpse trail behind us that has been pursued for a hundred years. If you have also walked at night, just listen to me slowly.