Yunyi, the 19th generation descendant of a family of witch doctors, heard the first sound of "God's damnation" at an altitude of three thousand meters - it was the sound of blood mist exploding on the window, and it was also his grandfather's cry for help transmitted thousands of miles away. Seven years ago, her father passed away after he coughed up blood after passing on the art of witchcraft to her, leaving only a prophecy: "Within seven years, the Yun family will be punished by God and filled with evil." Now the prophecy has come true. Grandpa's head was cut off by a snow chain, grandma was frozen into an ice sculpture, eldest father suffocated on a broken leaf, and his cousin and his car sank to the bottom of the river. Death has no countdown and no rules, just like the dice randomly thrown by nature.
Yunying found a cracked pottery xun in a bamboo building with blood dripping from the ceiling - it was the only key left to her by the "rules".
Every night at midnight, she played the sound of the xun and asked the sky: first, to whom the blood oath was issued, second, how to divide the responsibilities of gods and ghosts, third, where is the justice of creation, fourth, where is the peace of mind, fifth, whether the supervisors have neglected their duties, sixth, why karma affects innocent people, seventh, whether gods and ghosts fulfill the curse or trample on the way of heaven. Seven questions in seven days, and the end will be reached after the questions.
What answered her was the random blizzard, hurricane, collapse, and blood poison—and the "god" who stood above the rules and wore snow-colored robes and a metal flute. He could have watched with cold eyes, but at the edge of every divine punishment, he alone stretched out his hand to Yunyi; he could have let her break into pieces, but he used his own cultivation to block the thunder and fire for her.
When she crosses the line, he acquiesces; when she questions, he condones; when she declares war on the sky, he lets the light of day clear the way for her. This is not salvation, nor mercy, but the exclusive love of higher-dimensional beings for the "only variable". Natural disasters continue to be random, but who has the final say is taken away.
