The funeral parlor left behind by my grandfather contains rules that can kill people: no red ropes can be connected at midnight, no mirrors in the morgue can be seen, and no green flames can be seen in the incinerator at three in the morning.
I took over this place just to collect the money for my sister's leukemia surgery, but accidentally bound it to the live broadcast system of life and death - 100 death rules are like reminders of death. If you can't break them, you will be swallowed by strange things. In the live broadcast room, millions of netizens have become my "Yuntangui Think Tank". The folk remedies and taboos of the elders in the barrage have become my life-saving talisman for escaping from death again and again.
But as the rules were cracked, Grandpa's secret also surfaced: he was not the guardian, but the guardian of the sealed ancient mysterious creature "Soul-Eating Woman", and the three three-color ancient jade was a weapon of restraint. The concubine's society, which covets the ancient jade, has already laid a dead end, tampering with the rules, awakening the resentful soul, and letting the soul-eating woman reappear in the world.
From the entanglement of the weeping soul to the replacement of souls in the mirror world, from the night watchman's pressing step by step, to the ultimate showdown in the underground mourning hall, I held the peach wood sword left by my grandfather and struggled forward at the junction of yin and yang with the will of netizens. The moment Gu Mingyuan sacrificed his soul and transformed into an envoy, I finally understood that this live broadcast was never just for my sister's life - the clarity of the world that my grandfather spent his whole life guarding, and those strangers who had never met me and lit up the glimmer of light for me, were all worthy of my best efforts.
The strange energy is like ink, and the human heart is like a lamp. When the golden light of the three-color ancient jade shrouded the earth, and the long sword condensed from the willpower cut through the darkness, I finally understood: the so-called protection is never a person's lone battle, but the obsession in the blood and the kindness of strangers, twisted into a beam of light in a desperate situation.
