Those Years When I Was a Widower in the Wilderness

It rained in Wanping County for three months. At the gate of Yizhuang, Li Sui squatted on the steps. A pale hand stretched out from the coffin opposite, with nails painted with bright red kodan, scratching the edge of the coffin. Master Zhang held an umbrella and said with a smile on his face: "Li Wuzuo, the bride returned by the River God, will you repair her?" Li Sui put out his cigarette butt and smiled. He is a writer and a storyteller. He has a pair of eyes that can see through all the crazy logic in the world—— Cannibalism is legal, ghosts and gods are taxed, imperial examinations test sacrifices, and meat paste is pressed under the chastity arch. Everyone thinks this is normal. Only he knows that the underlying logic of this world is wrong. And everything he once believed in was just the dream of a certain existence. ——Article 1 of "The Law of the Wilderness": If you scream after Zi Shi and disturb the peace of the underworld, you will be fined three taels of silver, or your tongue will be cut out to pay off the debt.