Folk Taboos: I Bear the King of Hell on My Back and Subdue Ten Thousand Ghosts

Ghost blood is offered to the King of Hell, and heads are delivered to the underworld. The glorious tomb guardians keep watch over the netherworld. I struggled to be born in the Yellow Springs, yet could not escape the fate of being buried alive in a tomb. The tattoo of the King of Hell with closed eyes, inked on me by my maternal grandfather, became the key to escaping a thousand years of sacrifice. A night of slaughter on the Ghost Festival shattered my peaceful life… Was everything behind the scenes a series of fateful coincidences, or the workings of destiny? My maternal grandfather left me just one thing to remember. “When the King of Hell opens his eyes, all ghosts will hide.”