Zhao Gui lay in a living coffin in the hospital for three years—blind, abandoned, and waiting to die.
Before Old Man Wu in the bed next to him died, he thrust a cold contract into his hand:
"Your parents used you as a trap to attract ghosts. You have ghost eyes and you were born blind."
A deal at the expense of his parents' thirty-year lifespan allowed Zhao Gui to see the light again.
But what these eyes see is no longer the human world——
It's the headless ghost clinging to the doctor's back, it's the nine infant corpses nailed with peach wood nails in the ancestral hall.
It is the biological mother whose belly is squirming in the ice coffin, and the words of the contract that are squirming under the father's skin...
What's even more terrifying is that when he cuts open his stomach,
What crawled out of it was the remnant soul of Old Man Wu who was grinning:
"Want to survive? Find the next 'container' to be robbed for you!"
This conspiracy of luck spanning three generations,
Only with blood as ink and soul as contract can reincarnation be cut off.
