Mo Caiwei continued, "My father's name was personally changed by my grandfather to Mo Huangquan.

"Because of my grandfather's affairs, my father was past thirty and still hadn't married a wife. He lived off a few acres of land. Later, when everyone in the village went out to work, he left too.

"No one knows where he went or what he did. Some people said they saw him heading towards the mountains instead of the city.

"No one dared to check if he really went into the mountains.

"The place he went to was called Huangquan Kou (Yellow Springs Mouth). It was a place with high mountains and dense forests, where the sun couldn't be seen all year round. The scariest thing was a spring about an acre in size inside the mountain hollow.

"The water that came out of the spring was as muddy as if it were mixed with yellow mud. Touching it could freeze your bones, and at night, you could hear people crying by the spring.

"The older generation said that it was connected to the Yellow Springs of the underworld.

"No one nearby dared to go there.

"But my father went anyway, and he stayed for five years. When he came back, he brought back a child, and that was me.

"The villagers were even more afraid. How could there be anyone at Huangquan Kou?

"Who would run to a place where ghosts could kill people in broad daylight and live with him? Could that child be the one he brought out from Huangquan Kou?

"As if to fulfill their wishes, my father named me Mo Lunhui (Reincarnation). Later, I followed my master and changed my name to Mo Caiwei.

"From the time I could remember, my father rarely spoke. Apart from necessary conversations, he never said an extra word to me.

"So, the villagers often saw me standing under an old willow tree talking to the tree.

"Some said I was crazy, and some said that the old willow tree had also become a spirit and could talk to children.

"From then on, no children dared to play under the willow tree anymore. That place became my territory.

"In fact, they didn't know that I was just talking to myself to the willow tree because I couldn't find anyone to talk to.

"I quietly spent several years with my father like this. Then one day, my father suddenly brought back a woman from outside.

"When that woman first came, I was quite happy, thinking I finally had someone to talk to.

"But I soon realized that the woman could do everything – wash clothes, cook, clean the house – except talk. All day long, she just sat on the bed besides working.

"When she sat, my father also sat, just watching her without moving or saying a word.

"However, there was finally a little smile on my father's face, and this house finally felt a bit like a home.

"After we lived a peaceful life for a while, the woman suddenly disappeared. That day, my father spoke the most he had ever spoken.

"That night, he circled the grave in the house all night, muttering, 'How could she be gone? How could she be gone... something bad is going to happen! Something bad is going to happen...'

"I felt dizzy looking at him and fell asleep in a daze.

"When I woke up, I heard someone shouting outside the courtyard that something had happened in the village. I got up and followed the others to the outside of the village. When I got to the big willow tree, I saw that my father was dead.

"He was hanging from the willow tree. Hundreds of people were watching from a distance, but no one dared to go over and take him down. They just left my father hanging there alone.

"Under the willow tree, there was also a woman lying there, a woman made of paper.

"Her eyebrows and eyes were painted exactly like my aunt, and she was wearing my aunt's clothes. If you didn't look closely, no one would think she was a paper figure.

"I turned my head to find someone to help me take my father down, but everyone I looked at dodged to the side. Some people even quietly retreated.

"Finally, I was driven to desperation. I gritted my teeth, pointed at them, and shouted, 'If you move again! If you move again, I'll curse you to death... Today, whoever doesn't help me take care of my father's funeral, their whole family will die!'

"I really don't know how a ten-year-old child could say such a thing at the time. Maybe when people are driven to the edge, they can think of anything.

"However, the villagers were really scared. They hurriedly untied my father and took care of the funeral. Someone even brought a thin wooden coffin, finally finding a place for my father to rest.

"According to the rules, I had to guard the coffin for three days before I could hold the funeral for my father.

"But after only one day of guarding, the trouble came.

"The villagers didn't know where they heard a message from, that they had to dig up the grave in our house to completely cut off the evil aura of our family.

"That night, all the men in the village knocked on gongs outside my house for most of the night, but none of them dared to come in.

"I was scared to death myself, hiding in the house and not daring to go out.

"Later, a few brave ones broke down the door and came in. As soon as they entered, they saw a coffin in the courtyard, and they couldn't find me anywhere.

"The few people discussed and decided to simply break into the house, raising their pickaxes to dig up the grave.

"Before the pickaxes in their hands could fall on the grave, they saw a hand伸伸 out from the grave. The leader was almost scared out of his wits. The pickaxes and shovels fell to the ground with a crash.

"Before they could run out, I crawled out of the grave, crawling towards them covered in black soil.

"The people who entered the house were about to be scared to death, running out for their lives. As soon as they got home, they developed a high fever and couldn't get out of bed for several days.

"What they didn't know was that I had crawled into the grave myself that day, and then crawled out to scare them."