The Artisan of Weariness

When I was eight years old, I discovered that the village party secretary and Widow Li were having an affair at the Taoist temple in the back mountain. The next day, I became mute. Ten years later, when my family was renovating an old house, a nailed snake trunk fell from the beams. The snake's head was facing the head of the bed where I had slept for sixteen years. The nine-fingered old carpenter only took one look, and then his expression changed: "This is a snake sealing its throat. Someone wants you to shut your mouth forever!" Later I learned that this was just the beginning. Ghost incidents at the construction site, paper figures walking at night, puppets hanging from beams, seven evil nails... The root cause of all the incredible disasters is never ghosts, but the human heart!