Before my grandmother passed away, she left me three brocade pouches.
“On the seventh day after my death, give these to the seventh person who offers incense.”
On the day of the funeral, I followed her instructions to the letter. When the man who received them opened the brocade pouch, his face turned pale with terror, and he fled in a panic.
It wasn’t until later that I learned the man was a rapist and a murderer.
He had intended to target me that very night.
The first brocade pouch was filled with his criminal record.
She told me to open the second brocade pouch before I got married and consummated the union.
This time, the brocade pouch felt very thin.
Inside, there was only one word.
“RUN!!!”
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