I have only 24 hours left to live.
That day, a terrifying livestream went viral across the internet. Shen Huai, a folklorist, had filmed a corpse sitting in an ancient posture in an abandoned village. Its body had not decayed, and its hands were clasped in a strange seal.
Only I knew what that corpse meant. It had formed the hand seal of “sitting corpse to suppress evil,” but the ritual had failed.
Worse still, when the camera zoomed in, I recognized the dark patterns writhing beneath its skin. Three years ago, the same patterns had appeared on my grandfather before he vanished.
My phone vibrated. An unfamiliar number sent a countdown: [23:59:47].
A line of text followed: “You’re next. If you want to live, find the ‘Corpse Fisher.’”
My name is Chen Zhu. I’m a food delivery rider scraping by at the bottom of the city.
I’m also the last “Keeper of Customs” who remembers those taboo rules.
Now the hunt has begun.
The hunters are vanishing folk traditions. The prey are the few inheritors left, people like us.
And there is only one rule: uncover the truth before you become the next “folklore specimen.”
[Rational Mysticism]+ [Folklore Mystery]+ [Multi-Thread Survival Game]
When ancient taboos invade the modern city, will you follow the rules, or become the rules themselves?
