The cold mist in the Netherworld is like thick ink, swallowing up everything in the world. The howling wind, carrying the shrill howls of ghosts and wolves, echoed in this cursed land. At the bottom of the Abyss of All Souls, a blood-red light flickered, as if countless innocent souls had opened their eyes in the darkness and stared at this gloomy world.
Sixteen-year-old Lin Qianyue huddled behind a moss-covered rock, clutching tightly the jade pendant left to her by her mother, which was her only support in this underworld. The surface of the jade pendant is engraved with ancient runes, emitting a faint light, as if silently telling family secrets. Her hair was messy and her pale face was full of fear and despair. Her thin clothes rustled in the cold wind and had been torn by thorns, revealing bloody scars.
Three months ago, a sudden incident plunged her life into darkness. The originally peaceful and peaceful Linjiabao was bloodbathed by the mysterious black-robed man overnight. Those tribesmen who usually cared for her so well were like fragile ants under the black-robed man's butcher knife, losing their lives in an instant. In order to protect her, her parents fought desperately with the man in black robe, and finally fell in a pool of blood. And, with her father's last cover, she stumbled into the entrance to the Netherworld - the Lingxu Ghost Domain.
"Why... Why do you do this to us..." Lin Qianyue murmured in a low voice, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall. Her heart was filled with hatred, hatred for those men in black robes, and hatred for this cruel world. But at this moment, she is more
