C54 Sacrificial soul

As my father prayed, he looked at the chilly wind. It was sad and desolate, and in the darkness around him, there seemed to be ghosts flashing, forming a small whirlwind that revolved around my father.

My father folded a paper crane and bit open his middle finger. He placed a drop of his blood on the paper crane's forehead and said, "My fellow countrymen, if there is anything you want to say