The mornings in Caomiao Village were always filled with mist, and Zhang Xiaofan's hand holding the hoe suddenly stopped. The acacia bell mark on his chest that had been dormant for ten years suddenly began to feel warm at this moment.
Ten years ago, the determined back in the ice stone chamber was a pain that he did not dare to touch. Until the old Miao woman fell at the entrance of the village with the engraved bell wood sign. Her last words, "The fire in her soul is not extinguished," made her tighten her grip on the weapon hidden under the coarse cloth.
In the miasma of the hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, there are hidden secrets of resurrection and countless watching eyes. Some people come for the wooden sign, some are moved by the secrets in him, and there are even bonds across the two worlds pulling in the dark.
When the soft ringing of the acacia bells echoed in his ears again, Zhang Xiaofan understood that he was never alone on this journey of finding his way. The lines on the wooden sign guide the direction, and the imprint on the palm is connected to the unfinished obsession, and what he has to do is to let the figure in green stand in the sun again.
The road ahead is foggy and full of dangers, but as long as the bell keeps ringing, his steps will not stop.
