Before my grandfather died, he stuffed the bloody Shouling Yujue into the palm of my hand. 'Zhao'er, your mother's soul... Is in the deepest part of Qingfu Mountain. ' Before he finished speaking, Yu Jue burned through the palm of his hand, and the translucent 'I' floated out of his body - able to penetrate the earthen wall of the old house and see seven green-faced evil spirits eating a female corpse in a red dress in a century-old mass grave on the back hill. And the face of the female corpse was exactly the same as the only photo of my mother under my pillow.
