[Urban] + [folklore] + [mild horror] + [martial arts] + [not a wish-fulfillment story]
The bronze mirror shatters, and her life hangs by a thread for seven days.
Ink and wash paintings cannot confine demons, and machines cannot calculate the human heart.
When senior Chen Wen hangs dead in the art studio wearing a blood-red wedding dress, Lin Yan touches the glass coffin at the memorial service. At that very moment, a shard of bronze mirror engraved with “the seventh day of the seventh month, Year Gui Mao” pierces his palm.
Bloody handprints tap at the window at night. Soul-sealing ink appears in the throats of the dead. An old woman in the mass grave sells contracts for death. Every piece of evidence points to one conclusion: her corpse is crawling out of the morgue and back into the world of the living to claim a life.
