In order to follow the footsteps of the deceased master Jin Lin, Chen Mo, a doctoral student in archeology, took a mysterious bone flute deep into the primitive jungle of the Congo. His team each has its own secrets: the veteran ghost is as silent as iron, the British anthropologist Elena has a luminous birthmark on her arm, and the guide Abbas is far more familiar with the jungle than ordinary people.
As the white figure emerged in the Poisonous Miasma Valley, Chen Mo discovered that Jin Lin had not died, but had become the White God worshiped by the indigenous people, a living god parasitized by an ancient mycelium network. At the altar, Chen Mo witnessed Jin Lin eating the brain tissue of the deceased alive, and the twenty-year belief between master and disciple instantly collapsed. What's even more frightening is that Jin Lin used the tapping code of Liangzhu's jade cong to convey the message: I am not myself. Wait.
When Chen Mo learned that he had been to the Congo when he was seven years old and that there were seeds that symbiotically with mycelium were buried in his body, when Elena was dragged into the terrifying abyss deep in the jungle known as the Well of Memory, and when the warlord's helicopter collided and exploded at the moment Shirakami raised his right hand - Chen Mo finally understood that this was not a journey to find a person, but an ultimate trial spanning three generations about what it means to be human.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.