I Walked Into My Own Grave

Before my father died, he handed me a mysterious blood-stained silk scroll that recorded the location of an ancient tomb deep in the mountains of Yunnan. When I led an expedition to find the tomb, I discovered that the tomb raider depicted in the murals had a face exactly like mine. Inside the stone coffin, a corpse that had not decayed for a thousand years suddenly opened its eyes and smiled at me eerily. 'You've finally come. I've been waiting for you for a long time.' When my dad died, he clutched half a blood-stained silk scroll, his eyes wide open, staring at the old swaying ceiling lamp, muttering only one phrase: 'Don't go... don't go looking...' The breath stuck in his throat like a broken bellows, wheezing for a long time, but in the end he couldn't spit out the last two words. His hand went limp, his body stiffened, and that half piece of silk, which looked burnt and felt like human skin, drifted to my feet. The old house's light bulb flickered and went out. I stood in the darkness, smelling the mixed scent of incense and death, feeling that my father's ghost was lying on the beam, twitching like the broken lamp, watching me coldly. — Description from novelcodex.org