Before my death, my grandfather gave me half a bronze compass, saying that it was the key to the underworld.
Seven days later, a bloody countdown appeared on the back of my neck. I must find an entrance to the underworld every month to continue my life.
In the tomb of the exorcists in western Hunan, the grandfather's name is engraved on the bronze coffin.
In the old forests of the Northeast, the shaman's drum is made of his grandfather's human skin.
Under the ancient city of the Western Regions, my grandfather's adventure diary is buried in a mass grave.
The night before the countdown reached zero, I finally arrived at the final entrance to the underworld.
Grandfather's hoarse voice came from behind the door: "Run away, what we dug back then was not a hell... It was a prison!"
