[Lovecraftian cultivation] + [Chinese-style horror] + [Folk customs] + [Unhinged male lead]
Chen Changsheng is sick, very sick.
After his parents died, he suffered a mental breakdown and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.
At the hospital, a blood-red countdown began appearing before his eyes. He thought that when it reached zero, his life would be over.
But when it hit zero, it took him to an impossibly strange world.
Lingxu Zi, who summons spirits and ghosts, wears human skin as clothing, and seeks only eternal life.
The ghost-baby Nuo opera, which worships ghosts and gods, wears ghost masks, and prays to the ghosts above.
In the rivers beneath the setting sun, corpses bob in such numbers that their heads cover the water like tadpoles.
Many years later...
On the wasteland, Chen Changsheng stands in a blood-red robe, a black coffin on his back, with a sunset like blood behind him.
He turns back quietly. “I’ve met plenty of madmen, but they all call me the mad one.”
