Returning to his hometown for the funeral, my grandfather's last words were: "Don't open the coffin, don't expose it to light, and don't light a lamp on the first seventy million." But the tomb collapsed inexplicably, and the coffin was exposed. The villagers curiously pried open the coffin lid - the body was intact, the nails were three inches long, and the shroud was so red that it looked like it was dripping blood. That night, the dead grandfather, wearing a red shroud, quietly returned to his ancestral home, his eyes completely black, looking for blood relatives. Ink thread, rooster blood, glutinous rice... The things grandpa left behind can only temporarily force it back. In order to survive, Chen Yuan must find the secret that his grandfather guarded with his life, and reseal the thousand-year-old corpse coffin before the first seven nights. And when he finally stood in front of the bronze coffin in the cellar, he discovered that the truth was far more terrifying than he imagined - his grandfather had made himself into the last talisman, and he was the last sacrifice in the blood corpse resurrection ceremony.
Love is always the same across thousands of rivers and mountains, can you vote for me?