In the eleventh year of Yongzheng's reign. Zhenyuan Prefecture in Guizhou Province is seven hundred miles away. A figure wearing a black cloak stood by the river, motionless, as if waiting for someone...
It was almost midnight, and there was a sound of wind all around, like a ghost moving in a hurry. Duan Mujin held his breath and concentrated, his eyes looking at the river for a moment. Today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month. When the ghost energy is at its strongest and the yang energy is at its weakest, Duanmujin is waiting here for a thousand-year-old evil ghost...
