In the mud of Yintang Village, Chen Mo opened his eyes for the third time. The first two times he went back, he forgot his mother's last words and his brother's name. When he woke up this time, there was a blood mark on his chest - Ayao's ghost was grabbing his throat. "You forgot who I am." Her voice sounded like a paper doll. Chen Mo's beast-control ring felt hot on his wrist, and under his feet were the remains of countless evil spirits. He remembered the rules: every time he dies, he will go back once, which consumes an important emotional memory; the go back point will automatically move back, and the tenth time he can only go back to one minute ago. And Ayao is his only remaining anchor point. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, Master Bai's paper sedan moved again. The people from the Suppression Division held guns and pushed Gou Wa to the ground: "The heretics will sit together and all of them will sacrifice." Chen Mo crushed the talisman paper in his hand. Tonight, he wanted all the evil spirits to know that the village guard could not kneel down on his knees.
