Qinglan mist locks hundreds of mountains, digging for ginseng and exploring the gates of ghosts.
A bear hugs a human face, a tiger baby laughs, and the ginseng under the skin bites the bones and is cold.
The mandrill grinds its teeth to peer into the dark cave, and the bones of the old man turn into evil flags.
Three hundred withered corpses hang on the stone wall, with ginseng roots inserted into their brains to make lamps.
A scroll of human skin was opened in the belly of the tiger baby, and a living altar was opened with blood dripping from it.
The essence of the palm burns with soul fire, and a series of nursery rhymes and curses appear in the mist.
"A mountain bear holds a baby in its belly, and a century-old soul feeds a ginseng pile."
——A pickaxe digs open the book of life and death, and half a ginseng root locks the human intestines.
