On a night when the red moon soared in the sky, the world fell into an abyss.
The ruins of the hospital where corpses were turned into spirits, the Bashan ghost house where corpses were hung on weights, the Xiangjiang Haunted Tower where infants cried blood... These dusty ghost stories have become daily life in the new era.
Ling Xia was an ordinary college student who was afraid of the cold... At the moment of life and death, he took a bite back——
The talent of "Ghost Eater" is awakened!
Devour the sneaky fear and turn it into your own use! The price is that the cold poison corrodes the bones and the ghost nature haunts them. When ice flames ignited at his fingertips and his blue pupils pierced through illusions, the world had become a hunting ground for monsters.
In order to survive, he was forced to form a team:
► Su Yu, a medical student with a broken jade in his hand, hides his scientific research madness that can freeze ghosts under his gentleness;
► Zhang Tao, a fat man who drives away ghosts with his talk, carries an alloy shield and dreams of becoming the "King of Ming in the World";
► Li Haoran, a top academic who calmly models models, uses data to analyze metaphysics but is hit hard by reality.
Four people, codenamed [Hunting Blade], kill ghosts and survive in the cold night!
The state machinery suddenly started up, and Taoyuan seeds ushered in the era of national awakening!
When his teammates risked their lives to get vaccinated, he drew a clear line by freezing his right arm——
"My third soul core is only reserved for the final fire that burns the abyss!"
The Curse of Silence whispers behind you, and the giant eyes of the abyss stare from high in the sky.
At this moment, he bit the evil ghost's head into pieces and swallowed the frost of fear.
The taste of fishy sweetness on the tip of the tongue is the taste of hope——
World puzzles: the national choice of Taoyuan Seed, the digital code of the dead blood debt, and the ultimate threat of watching the abyss
"The sweetness on the tip of my tongue is the taste of hope" - Ling Xia
