The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life. Chapter 1: Coffin Cracks

Introduction:

Borderland.

Yunnan Prefecture.

Yan San, dressed in filial attire for the deceased's grandson, knelt at the edge of the coffin. His grandfather lay inside.

My grandfather passed away peacefully in his sleep. He left this world without any illness or pain.

Yan Sanhe didn't feel sad.

He lived a haphazard life, stumbling all the way to ruin. To be able to die so peacefully in the end is a kind of sweet relief after years of hardship.

On the last night, Yan Sanhe pushed aside the others and stood alone in the mourning hall.

Their bond was so strong, even death couldn't sever it. They were buried together in the morning, their lives intertwined until the very end. But despite that, they still had feelings for each other.

Yan Sanhe threw several pieces of white paper into the fire.

A small "click" was heard as the fire jumped.

What is that sound?

Before I could recover, there was another "click".

This time, I heard clearly, as if something had broken apart.

Yan Sanhe scrambled to his feet, picked up the oil lamp and walked to the coffin's side, leaning in for a closer look. In an instant, he was consumed by flames.

The coffin, which was just built so securely, will crack open.

Then, it grew wider and wider, until half of grandfather's face appeared.

Yan Sanhe's eyes welled up with tears.

Legend——

A coffin lid that won't close, it means the deceased had lingering thoughts in life. Over time, these thoughts become demonic.

Until one conquers their inner demons, they will never find peace.

"Grandfather."

Yan San carefully moved his hands, inch by inch, lifting the broken coffin lid, and muttered:

What is there that you can't let go of?

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