Gu Yuan was a half-baked Taoist priest who made a living by applying makeup to funeral parlors, until he saw the dark red witch mark on the ankle of a female corpse that shouldn't exist——
In the red sedan chair of the secret wedding in Xiangxi, the bride has no face under her hijab;
Among the cement piles at the construction site in southern Fujian, the corpse of a child clutched a bloody silver dollar;
From the human skin drum in the Tibetan temple, the whimpering of a living person could be heard in the middle of the night...
When the fragments of "Yin Wenpu" awakened in his hands, those folk taboos forgotten by the times were coming to his door one after another.
With a mahogany sword in his left hand and a smartphone in his right hand, Gu Yuan took the talkative little Wang Yang, and through the cracks between technology and superstition, he discovered the truth about the enchantment of seventy-two ghostly objects - it turned out that the ancient well he had dreamed of for twenty years was actually the altar for the Wu clan's sky-gazing ceremony.
And the funeral parlor owner who always appears on rainy nights never sells urns, but the longevity of living people.
