The world laughs at my grandfather as a "half-immortal", but I am the only one who knows that he can see the joys and sorrows behind ghosts. When I followed him into the bizarre and mysterious world, I discovered that every country story was a human story about love and regret. An alternative ghost-hunting note that combines horror and heartwarming.
But grandpa's "eyes" are the price of a centuries-old curse between the mausoleum guardian and the hall of shadows. The evil spirit of the black wind has returned, the ancestral tombs are cracked, the living tablets are weeping blood, and the hall of shadows is not dead. If I can't find the inheritance, grandpa will be trapped in yin and yang, and the village will become a prison of resentment.
