The antique shop his master left in his care hides a secret passage to the underworld beneath its floor.
Ten years later, when Zhao Zhouqiao picks up a pair of icy eyeballs, countless dead souls shriek in his ears
A rich heiress slams an Imperial Green jade pendant onto the counter. “Three million dollars for one night with you!”
He smiles faintly and lights a cigarette. “Money? I only want the lives of those who owe me.”
At his childhood sweetheart’s wedding banquet, blood suddenly seeps through the bride’s gown.
He fixes his gaze on the powerful groom. “You owe three hundred lives. It’s time to pay.”
His master’s ventilator suddenly stops, and a shadow flashes across the surveillance footage.
On the last page of the diary hidden beneath the hospital bed, it says:
“Dear apprentice, are the eyes working well?”
