Eighty years after my death, I woke up and was awakened by anger. My only offspring, my great-granddaughter, who was being chased into the cemetery by a ghost, even cried at my grave. So, I chose to walk out of the grave and correct her. Moreover...... Give this ghost who doesn't know whether to live or die in the face! …… It didn't take long for me to find that time had changed, and although fortunately the mountains and rivers were safe, there were more evil spirits rampant. I pondered and came up with two pieces of good and bad news. The bad news: the horror is revived, and the world is like a prison. Good news: I, too, am horrible, horrible......