When the last train drove into the thick fog that persisted all year round, Chen Mo stepped into the "Fog Lock Town" that almost did not exist on the map. Before getting off the bus, the three warnings from my seniors still rang in my ears: Don't go out when it's dark, don't accept red food, and don't look back when you hear something.
However, from the moment of arrival, weirdness followed. Outside the broken-down bus, a whisper calling his full name came from the fog; in the empty inn, there were paper figures knocking on the door late at night; the townspeople smiled warmly, but their eyes were as empty as marionettes, strictly abiding by ancient and absurd taboos.
This small town blocked by fog is like a huge living altar. All the rules point to a terrifying secret that has been buried for hundreds of years. Chen Mo soon discovered that he was not an accidental intruder, but a carefully selected "prey". Every time a rule is broken, the fog in the town becomes thicker, and the "thing" lurking in the shadows gets closer to him.
In order to survive, he must uncover the inhuman truth behind the perfect disguise of the townspeople and find out the bloody logic behind the rules. But as he gradually touches the core, his deepest fear quietly emerges - is the mysterious cheongsam woman who seems to be helping him his only ally, or the most dangerous priest in this sacrificial ceremony?
Here, trust is a luxury and truth is a reminder. When the fog clears, will we see the light of day again, or will we be reduced to the bottom of the world?
Reader comments
Didn't Chen Mo carry Ah Chuan up the mountain and put him in the cave at the top of the mountain? Will Ah Chuan, who was seriously injured, activate his teleportation function to Yizhuang? Don't go up the mountain with those things.
Didn't Chen Mo carry Ah Chuan up the mountain and put him in the cave at the top of the mountain? Will Ah Chuan, who was seriously injured, activate his teleportation function to Yizhuang? Don't go up the mountain with those things.