When the rain stopped, the corpse in red clothes appeared.
The widower Chen Qingshu uncovered the white cloth. There was no body under the wedding dress, only yellow paper and straw stuffed with birth dates.
The third one.
Paper figures stood quietly outside the window, the suona played counter-melody, and deep in the deserted well of the City God's Temple, a pale hand was grabbing incense all over the city.
The truth about his father's disappearance ten years ago, the "scale" that the Chen family has guarded for generations, the blood contract sealed by the Yin-Yang fish when it opened its eyes...
Everything points to a cruel transaction that has been buried for three hundred years:
The incense lasts for a long time, and one sacrifice is offered every seven days. Sacrifice: women with the same birthday, three animals, and paper figures carrying the coffin.
Chen Qingshu was forced to take over the identity of the "scale keeper", but found that what he was guarding was not a temple, but a man-eating monster.
Qing Deng opened his eyes and saw that the entire county was like an incense burner, with smoke floating above everyone's heads, converging towards the well.
And the thing in the well is hungry.
Tonight, at midnight, either he will jump into a well and use it as a scale to temporarily suppress evil spirits;
Or, the next sacrifice would be the girl next door who just turned sixteen.
The incense continues, and the weirdness never dies.
If the human heart is corrupt, how can the gods exist?
Paper figures carrying coffins, city gods feasting on ghosts, weighing lives in a well, incense devouring souls...
In a world where everyone burns incense and all ghosts and gods are bloodthirsty, how can a small character weigh people's hearts and uncover the bloody truth that has lasted for three hundred years?
