Inherit the family business? No, it's to continue filling your life!
Before he died, Uncle Zheng thrust an evil nail into me: "If the vat is cracked, fix it!"
Who would have thought that what was about to be cured were the resentful ghosts crawling out of the ice caves, the innocent insects chewing names at the bottom of the water tank, and the whispers in the ears of the mountain gods demanding death...
That iron bucket of corpses in the year of Guihai was turning Hetun into a cemetery. And I, the "Curium Yinjiang", am just the next sacrifice.
The moment the nail tip went down, I heard my name... Coming from the ice eyes.
