When a coffin with mottled vermilion paint is slowly opened on the night of the underworld, what overflows from the fingertips is not the decaying Yin energy, but nine wisps of fox fire that burns out reincarnation - the gears of fate have long been re-bited by the blood and oaths of the previous life.
Mo Xiaofan walked into the ancestral hall in the flickering candlelight. The eve of his twentieth birthday was the end of his life's countdown. Grandpa Mo Laojiu's cracked palm pressed on his shoulder, like a talisman that had been sleeping for thousands of years awakening. He must marry a "female ghost" in order to regain his incomplete destiny. But who would have thought that what was hidden in that coffin that had been sleeping for a hundred years was not the soul of the dead, but an obsession that spanned the realms of immortals and demons - Baili, the nine-tailed fox, opened his eyes when the blood moon was low, and sneered: "Husband, we meet again."
Her appearance tore open the sealed memory and also attracted the hunter dormant in the darkness. Demon world rebels, Taoist sects, mysterious organizations... All forces are entangled like cobwebs, pushing this pair of souls who should never meet again into the center of the storm. She was once his wife, but now she is the embodiment of taboo and disaster. He was once a god, but in this life he is just a mortal living on his last breath.
If love is calamity, then they are doomed to eternal calamity
