My grandma was bitten to death by a snake, but in the middle of the night, her cold body sat up again. She stuck out her tongue and neighed, twisting on the ground and crawling towards me... The practice of beating bamboo shoots, building bridges to pray for flowers, redeeming souls and saving lives, exorcising ghosts and disasters, this is the personal experience of a master from the Zhuang family.
(There will be continuous updates in August, it’s great to see 10,000 words every day!)
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