Yu Shiying's twenty-second birthday gift is a weird survival game.
She didn't know when a red thread appeared on her wrist. She seemed to have forgotten something. What was it... However, when the red thread dragged her into a seven-day death game, she was shocked to realize that she had lost something more important than life. In every dungeon of Boguiyunjue, the strange medicine boy of Sophora Tribulation would gently help her up after she fell to the ground. The young man keeping the lamp in the Snow Mountain Temple would always leave the warmest butter tea to her. When the NPCs who were supposed to risk their lives looked at her, similar stars were shining in their eyes.
"Have we met before?" She tightened her grip on the increasingly hot red thread and asked the same question for the ninth time at the Gu Tomb in Miaojiang. The priest with jingling silver jewelry suddenly crushed the Gu worm in his hand, touched the red line on her wrist with his bloody palm, and said softly: "It's quick, it's quick."
As the memory fragments are pieced together during the clearance, the dust-laden truth becomes more and more horrifying. The "Folk Energy Containment Plan" scrawled in the parents' research notes, and the jade ring in the game mall that has the same origin as the mother's necklace. Everything seems to be familiar. On the day when the red thread was completely stained with blood, she looked at the familiar figure on the edge of the dream.
"Yingying, you finally came to take me home." Through the mist, you couldn't see his expression. You could only hear his aggrieved voice and the faint red line on his wrist: "Let's get everything back to normal."
The red thread is twisted three times, and when the paradox of folk custom turns into a devouring abyss, the most dangerous thing is never the monsters, but the obsession of the one you love deeply who is willing to fall into reincarnation forever.
