A woolly moon, a brass coffin, seven star maidens restless in their graves.
A routine countryside grave relocation ceremony dragged my grandfather and me into a strange and unpredictable mess.
The Chosen Maiden was brutally murdered, then rose as a zombie to wreak havoc during the Girls’ Festival.
A ruthless Daoist sorcerer, vengeful ghosts who refused to rest, and mountain spirits whose loyalties were impossible to read all appeared one after another.
The killer has finally emerged, but this is only the beginning of a string of conspiracies.
Is it cute? Still don't believe me?