On a rainy night in Haicheng, Gu Jinchen knelt in front of Jingxinguan's door, holding a half-blooded bronze mirror.
"Taoist Priest, there is a woman wearing a cheongsam crying in the well of my old house."
The young Taoist Priest Shu Yun raised her eyelids, and the three copper coins on her fingertips shone coldly: "Does she have a mole on her eyebrow bone?"
Gu Jinchen's pupils shrank suddenly - that was exactly the grimace he saw in the mirror.
When the old accounts of the Republic of China in the rosewood box were opened, the blood-soaked handwriting revealed a century-old secret: In order to build a dock, the Gu family used a "blood evil formation" to suppress Ah Shui, who died unjustly, in a well, using his resentment to nourish wealth, at the cost of shortening the lifespan of men and going crazy in women for generations.
And Ah Shui is Shu Yun's great-grandmother.
After digging up the broken bones at the bottom of the Qiushui River, I realized that this well was just the beginning. The evil cultivators of Yin City are watching in the dark, and the fragments of Qingxu Guan hide a greater conspiracy. Even the old man of the Gu family is entangled in the chains of evil under his philanthropic mask.
When Shu Yun wielded the mahogany sword to split the resentful soul, Gu Jinchen stood in front of her. "I'll pay back what you owe your great-grandmother."
But she looked at the black bruises on his wrists and sneered: "Your family's debt must be paid with your life."
In the fragrant mist of Sanqing Hall, there are entanglements of centuries of grudges; under the black water of the old well, there are ghosts of human nature hidden. When the last evil-purifying talisman burns out, who is crying by the well and who is laughing in front of the grave?
