"What did you get?" On the fifth day of the lunar new year, he exclaimed, he really didn't understand what could make the dead man grow grass.

"magic!" I said solemnly on my face that only the mysterious and unpredictable magic of Miao could make such a strange thing.

"witchcraft? Do you mean that the three people in this village were tricked by others to become like that? Were they tricked before they died, or did someone else do something on their bodies after they died? Who on earth has such a deep hatred with them? " A series of questions were thrown out of the mouth of the fifth...