Han Shuangzhen's First Work

There is an ancient legend circulating in Taihang Mountain Village: Under the old locust tree at the head of the village, no lights can be lit in the middle of the night. In the old days, when a sedan chair passed by here, the bride died mysteriously, and her soul was trapped in the locust tree, wandering only in the darkness. Our ancestors have taught us not to disturb the locust trees at night, nor to shout at the shadows of the trees. The reckless foreign businessman stayed in a mountain village, ignored the warnings of the village elders, lit a lamp and approached the ancient locust tree late at night, and heard the faint sound of wedding clothes coming from among the trees. When the lights illuminated the tree, he saw dense crowds of human figures embedded in the bark. They were all strangers who had disobeyed warnings over the years and were swallowed up by the locust tree. This folk mystery hidden in the mountains is still in the village, and the old man whispers it over and over again.