[Peeping through evil eyes + Haunted by a corpse curse + Shaman asking for life + Fleeing in the Northeast]
During a funeral, the ancestral kerosene lamp was broken, Jiang Jiuming's eyes had strange pupils, and strange corpse spots were burned on the back of his neck! Dark clouds loom over the city, and the mysterious shaman follows him everywhere. Death on a train, Gui Ying hooked up, a bone cut through the chest, and the life of Mr. Zhang next to him hangs by a thread!
Only then did he realize that the corpse stain was a life-threatening talisman, and even more so, the identity of the "messenger"! Without the "road guide", he has become a walking "flesh wick" in the eyes of the shaman! The station "changed the sign", the thimble hid poison, the tailor ghosted... The black shaman's methods are sinister and cunning beyond imagination!
Seriously injured his companion, he was cursed with blood on the verge of death, and broke into the mysterious "Liu Ji Medicine Store" in a desperate situation.
The medicine girl revealed the secret: "The messenger lost his way, hundreds of ghosts lighted the lamp! Is the filth cursed? You are afraid... You will be boiled into a wick!"
Changbai Mountain, become an immortal bone! Jiang Jiuming dragged his seriously injured body, held the dying man in his arms, clutched the broken lampshade, and embarked on the dangerous and unpredictable northeast road: surviving among the grass and monsters, finding his way in the evil array, just to get a glimmer of hope and extinguish the evil lamp that threatened his life!
Only when the black carp raised by himself took back Zhang Shenchuan's half-cut finger, and when the blood-stained jade pendant with the word "jiang" engraved on it fell out of Lu Ban's lock, did Jiang Jiuming know:
The Jiang family has been the guardians of the Yellow River for generations, and the birthday of every dead ghost falls on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in the Gengshen year!
What's even more horrifying is that the spots on the back of his neck have spread to his heart.
The corpse king in the bronze coffin screams in his dream every night: "Grandson... Sacrifice for grandpa..."
As the ninth day of September approaches, the burial mound under the Heshen Temple rumbles and shakes.
The soul-locking rope tied to the rotten corpse's wrist is exactly the same as the red mark on Jiang Jiuming's ankle...
