My name is Liu Tao. I'm sixteen, a wandering little charlatan who travels the jianghu.
I carry a little celestial waist boat with me. It can bring good fortune, but it's even better at attracting trouble.
I set out to find my missing parents, venturing into Wuling Creek, a place cut off from the outside world.
The crops here have withered, the frogs have fallen silent, and the villagers avoid me like the plague.
Then a group of tomb raiders showed up and offered me a fortune to “catch a ghost.”
The night before we entered the tomb, the gourd spirit warned me in a trembling voice: “They're the Dark Eight Gates, tomb robbers who plunder the graves of the dead. You're in grave danger!”
I immediately sent my location to a mysterious big shot: “Someone from the Rong family, come save me, quick!”
But the moment I entered the tunnel, the waist boat started screaming from inside my bag
“T-Taozi! The thing sealed inside this tomb… it's calling my name!”
And behind me, the little girl in yellow who'd been silent the whole way suddenly grinned at me, revealing a mouthful of pitch-black fangs…
