The old debt is paid, but the new pact remains unsealed. The Iron Triangle reunites, but the ferryman's return comes at the cost of a high-stakes gamble that even the King of the Underworld is drawn into.
In the third year of Zhao Li's disappearance, on a rainy night at the No. 444 convenience store, Xia Dongqing habitually chills beer no one will drink, while Wang Xiaoya instinctively cooks dumplings for one extra person. Then the door opens. A black umbrella drips with rain, and an old friend, as pale as ever, asks in a hoarse voice, “Is there still a place for me?”
Behind the joy and tears lies an even deeper unease. Zhao Li has returned from the Underworld, but he seems to have forgotten something, and to be carrying something more. Why was the long-handled black umbrella, the ferryman's constant companion, left in the vehicle of the King of the Underworld, Chacha?
The Iron Triangle may seem reunited, but each of them has secrets. The power dormant within Dongqing stirs at Zhao Li's return. The price Xiaoya paid to remain in the human world is nearly due. And the old contract's mark has vanished from Zhao Li's hollow chest, replaced by a new spell, glowing deep blue, traced there by the King of the Underworld's fingertip.
Beneath the convenience store lights, warmth has barely begun to spread when a cold game of strategy quietly takes shape. Chacha, the player, taps the steering wheel and murmurs with a smile. This time, she wants more than an obedient ferryman. She wants a wager big enough to upset the balance of the Three Realms. The ferryman, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, mortals, and the tangled forces behind them all must take their places on the board.
When the last bottle of beer is opened and the last bowl of dumplings is finished, they must face a question more cruel than waiting: did he return to keep protecting them, or to say goodbye for good?
The story begins at a convenience store on a rainy night, and points toward an unknown abyss.