The Strange Tales of Qidong

On a stormy night, eight fox-masked figures carried a coffin through walls to claim a life. A corpse sat in the blood-red coffin, a coin between its lips. Eighteen-year-old Su Zhe glimpsed industrial grease beneath the bloodstained paper fox’s claws, then pulled blue synthetic fibers from beneath the dead man’s fingernails. Every supernatural mystery was only a reflection of the human heart! “Case closed? This is only the beginning!” The truth sank into an even deeper night, and the hunt never stopped…