Nine of the Ten People Who Entered Ailao Mountain Never Came Back.

A hundred years ago, a failed soul-eating life-sustaining formation laid a bloody curse on Ailao Mountain: "Ten people who enter the mountain will never come back." My name is Jiang Xun, I am the tenth person chosen by the bloodline, and the final guide to this century-old curse. An anonymous email and half a red stone formation dragged me and nine strangers with their own agendas into the foggy Ailao Mountains. The withered bones of tomb robbers, the wailing of the herb gatherers, the fall of the live broadcast couple, nine human lives are being devoured step by step along the formation. When the mute boy called me "brother," when the surgeon tore off the disguise of immortality, and when my grandfather's soul repented in the battle, I realized that the source of this curse was actually the blood debt owed by my ancestors. In front of the red stone formation, I stood at the intersection of "becoming a guide for the next round" and "sacrifice my blood relatives to end the curse"—— If ten people enter the mountain, can only one survive?