When he woke up, the world was nothing but a blinding whiteness and a sharp, rust-smelling pain deep in his skull. He forgot who he was and only remembered an unforgettable name - Qingyin. The blurry photos on the phone are the only clues, pointing to a sealed off death place: Huangshan Cloud Cave.
In the backpack, a fragrant "Fake Cloud Book Seven Signs" automatically turned the pages, and the picture of sacrifice squirmed in front of my eyes; a warm jade cicada buzzed in the palm of my hand, pulling the direction and gnawing at the reason. The thick fog is like a viscous entity, the stone walls whisper blasphemous sounds, and the strong magnetic field distorts time and space—returning to the Grand Canyon of the West Sea, every step leads to a carefully woven nightmare. The obscure motto of the guide "Blood relations are the key" is like a curse, and the inhuman outline is looming in the fog.
Deep in the non-Euclidean labyrinth, he found her - Qingyin. Her "remnant body" lay quietly in the life-sustaining cabin, with an eternal smile frozen in it. The cold electronic voice pronounced: "The ceremony is completed... The key is inserted..." The forged memory fragments pierced into the mind like sharp knives: it was he who held the jade cicada, and it was he who performed the sacrifice! On the verge of collapse, the jade tablet that pops up from the altar reveals a corner of the truth: all of this is actually an immortality scam called the "Mortal Transformation Plan", and his beloved Qingyin is the cold genius behind the scenes.
With the brand of "murderer" and drug addiction deep in his bones, he fled to the end of the world. The text of the fake book is a living trap, the vibration of the jade cicada is the anchor of pain, and the information on the jade plate reveals the horrifying experiment and the "spiritual" hypothesis - his own distorted pain is the ultimate key to Qingyin's desire. The poison of the elixir burns the nerves, and the hunt of the scavenger follows.
