At the Age of Twenty-Three, the Whole Village Brought a Coffin

Born in a yin year with a yin month and a yin day, Shen Geng knew from an early age that he would not live to be twenty-three. On his twenty-third birthday, eight people from the village carried a black coffin into his yard. The coffin was empty, waiting for him to be laid. Shen Geng glanced at the white life mark above his head and smiled. He said, I accepted this birthday gift. However, it is not certain who borrows whose life. That night, Shen Geng held a funeral for himself. Lying in a coffin, waiting for those who want to borrow his life to come. He saw white threads coming up from the heads of the villagers and pulling towards the old Song family house in the mountain col. He saw that the fate mark on the head of the old patriarch of the Song family was exactly the same as his, white and empty. Some people borrowed their lives and added other people's lives to their own life span. Shen Geng said, I will keep this life for myself. If you want to take it, you have to ask me if the eyes in my hand will accept it.