The Ghostly Burial at the Desolate Ferry

But I never expected that beneath the desolate ferry lay not just a single floating corpse. Sunken coffins formed an array on the riverbed, and the walls of the underground palace were engraved with the names of successive generations of the Shen family—each one walked down and never came back up. My grandmother said the Shen family had guarded this place for a thousand years, guarding a tomb, a crack between yin and yang. When the crack opened, the living went down and never came up, while the dead came up and never went down. And the handprint on my ankle was the invitation sent through the crack. The underworld messenger said, 'The Shen family's debt, you cannot escape.' But I don't want to escape—I only want to know, before the thing the Shen family has guarded for a thousand years fully opens, can I close it with my own hands?