Do you believe it? Those forgotten ancient folk customs are waking up around us one by one.
In a happy or mourning event, those who don't smile will have their necks broken.
A red envelope on the roadside, the person who picks it up will lose his eyes.
In a clan sacrifice, those who break the rules will be eaten by the clan members...
My name is Lin Zhou, a folklorist who does not believe in evil. Until I witnessed it with my own eyes.
I was dragged into one death zone after another composed of folk customs, and was forced to understand, abide by, and utilize the craziest rules. I thought I was fighting for my life, but when I got my first cursed souvenir, I realized...
What the Shenxu needs is not survivors, but... New folklore itself.
——Shh, listen, is that legend in your hometown that almost no one remembers started to be told again?
Reader comments
Why don't you call a doctor or the police? Too bad
It's good to watch, but the three protagonists are so miserable [face covering] Let them slow down a little bit
The protagonist and his group were in such a miserable state [covering face] that the injuries on his body were not properly healed before he entered the next dungeon.
Why don't you call a doctor or the police? Too bad
It's good to watch, but the three protagonists are so miserable [face covering] Let them slow down a little bit
The protagonist and his group were in such a miserable state [covering face] that the injuries on his body were not properly healed before he entered the next dungeon.