Joy at the Open Coffin, River God, Please Take a Bride

The night is cold, and a ghost groom comes to wed; the River God takes a lovely bride. Heaven is in turmoil, earth is lost; the red wedding gown demands a life in payment.

My grandfather was a feng shui master. On the day I was born, he died a gruesome death at the River God’s temple. The villagers all said I was a bringer of bad luck. To keep me from being bullied, my parents took me far away. Eighteen years later, when Grandma was at death’s door, my parents and I returned for her funeral. That very night, I was haunted by a cold, eerie man. Strange things kept happening at home, my relatives died one after another, and I found myself caught in a chain of interlocking traps...