While investigating a death scene, Yan Mo was suddenly grabbed by the wrist by a crazy old man, who sprayed his face with blood.
When he opened his eyes again, his soul had transmigrated into the body of a wealthy young heir.
But the heir was a vegetative patient, and his family wasn't even truly wealthy.
What a pain in the ass!
After stewing over it, Yan Mo discovered that his aunt, who had raised him, the mad old Taoist, and the long-haired young man who had inherited his house were all the same person.
What a monster!
Seven-Star life-extending rituals, murderous talismans, borrowed corpses brought back to life, Maoshan Taoists, Mr. Zombie, witch-doctors and sorceresses, bewitching demons and enchanting witches...
Folkloric arts from legend set off a string of bizarre cases.
When great evil arises in the world, it must be destroyed by a great demon of the righteous path.
Yan Mo: But I'm a forensic pathologist, not Yama!
Everyone pressed their palms together with utmost devotion: You're our god.
