White Mountain House No. 7

Better to be reborn ten times than enter Baishan Hall.

These ten words are a taboo for the living and a prohibition for the dead.

Three months ago, the supernatural resurgence swept across the world without warning. Some cities became ruins overnight, their streets filled with panic and their people trembling like startled birds.

But who could have guessed that a hidden paradise lay amid all this chaos?

Yet rather than a pure land, it was more like a deeper, endless purgatory: Baishan Hall No. 7.

The separate compound that appeared abruptly after the supernatural resurgence was like a hideous scar, standing at Baishan Society, No. 7 Road to the Yellow Springs.

Its master, Lin Xiaohan, was an existence that sent chills down people's spines.

Rumor had it that a ferocious beast, Qiongqi, was tattooed on his body, as though he had confined the world's most wicked power beneath his skin.

At that moment, he lounged on a luohan bed, idly waving a palm-leaf fan in his hand. Its steady rhythm was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.