"Screeeech, screeeech." The cry of a night hawk in the pitch-dark night stirred apprehension in people's hearts.
On a little muddy road 150 kilometers from the capital, there was a funeral procession team of about 10-20 people braving the drizzle.
The team slowly walked forward, their path dancing with paper money flying all over the sky like snow.
After the procession oppressively treaded a block of road, the rain started growing heavier.
In the dark sky, the cry of a giant bird soaring past pierced their ears.
The people at the front of the funeral procession suddenly stopped when a murder of crows flew toward them head-on, causing people to wave their arms around in panic.
All of a sudden, an icy, pale hand crept out from under the lid of the coffin.
Someone in the procession shrieked.
Then, the coffin clattered onto the ground with a heavy bang.
