Crematorium

In the countryside, there are many graveyards. Back then, there were no cremations; people were directly buried. As time went on, the graves gradually flattened. After a few more years, people started planting crops on top of them and forgot where the graves were. One noon, under the scorching sun, an old man was busy working in his own field, plowing back and forth with his ox, which was moving slowly. Suddenly, the old man felt the ground collapse, and he fell in, but not completely; only half of his body fell in while his other arm grabbed onto the plow. The old man was stuck like this and started shouting. The workers nearby quickly came over and pulled him up. Upon looking, they realized the old man had fallen into a grave, and one of his legs happened to step into a coffin that had already decayed. He could see the white bones inside. After returning home, the old man felt unwell, with one side of his body feeling sore and numb, and he never stood up again. One day, he told his family that when he stepped down with that leg, he felt a chilling cold that traveled up his leg and reached his waist. He was pulled back up, or else he would have lost his life. Later, the old man never recovered and passed away in less than two years.