Three years ago, on New Year's Eve, God came to my dining table.
That night, parents became the rules, my sister became a taboo, and the flesh and blood of the whole family became the door to the Kingdom of God.
And I was the only one crawling out of the door - the sacrifice.
In order to survive, I must become a ghost story hunter and sneak into the dungeons contaminated by divine blood: you cannot look at the fourth-floor shelves in convenience stores at midnight, the end point of the 404 bus was three years ago, and the neighbors in Xingfu Community are all imitating my family...
Drink the divine blood and gain power; recover the bones and piece together the truth.
When I collected my sister's finger bones, my father's spine, and my mother's skull, I discovered that the most terrifying rule was written on myself——
[The hunter is the prey, and the blood drinker will eventually become the new divine skeleton]
And the "it" that needs to be hunted by hunters has always been hidden in my reflection.
