Blood rain stained the land, and black coffins encircled the town. When Lu Zhao awoke in this dead and despairing coffin town, all he could hear was his own heartbeat and... the hair-raising whispers lurking in the thick darkness. Staying alive became his only hope.
All he had with him was a cold Evil-Subduing Ruler and a strange counter called "Yin Virtue." Each time he swung the ruler and smashed a twisted creature in the shadows, the cold number rose. In every life-or-death moment, spending it could open a narrow path to survival in the face of despair, letting him glimpse a reality beyond ordinary understanding. It was both a curse and a power, his only means of making his way through this forgotten land.
When his footsteps led him deep underground, following the ceaseless trickle of water, he touched an ancient stone door, cold to the touch and fused with the rock. Beyond it lay a glimmer of light leading to the outside world, or an even deeper, more terrifying secret buried in the coffin town? Whatever awaited him, he would grip the Evil-Subduing Ruler and spend his accumulated Yin Virtue to knock on the door himself and uncover the truth.
After all, in a place where even despair was close to solidifying, standing still was death in itself.
The writing is very real and has a strong sense of immersion.