An envelope with no addressee and an errand commission with three times the pay dragged Azhe into the fog of No. 37 Fu'anli.
The lingering fragrance of mint in the old building hides the sweetness of rot and rust; the old man in gray cloth and the "mint" in red weave traps with light green roots to entangle living people as nourishment for the locust tree. When the bones in the tree hole, the dried mint in the porcelain bottle, and the figures in the glass marbles appeared one after another, Azhe discovered that this strange "mint game" was tied to the disappearance of his parents and the disappearance of his brother twenty years ago.
The old mint field in Songtaopo became the only way to survive. The three-level test of the blue-shirted grandmother, the peppermint orders and formulas to exorcise evil spirits, turned Azhe from a panicked prey to a descendant who can discern supernatural phenomena. However, when he got close to the "source of old things" - the source of all weirdness, he discovered the most terrifying truth: the Mint Token in the palm of his hand was forged with his brother's soul; the light green residual threads swimming in his body were Mint's unspoken obsession - "Wherever you go, I will follow you."
In the bronze mirrors of the mirror shop in the ancient town, countless "Azhe" are waving; in the mint field of Songtaopo, the roots are wrapping around the tomb of my mother-in-law. When Azhe becomes the last "container" of Mint's resentment, is what he wants to fight against the resentment hidden in his blood, or the bond of "family" that he can never get rid of?
In every scent of mint, there may be a hand waiting for you to get close.
