I only have 24 hours left in my life.
That day, a horrific live broadcast went viral across the internet - folklorist Shen Huai photographed a corpse sitting in an ancient posture in an abandoned village. The corpse does not rot, but the hands bear strange seals.
Only I know what that body means. He performed the mudra of "sitting on the corpse to suppress evil spirits", but the ceremony failed.
What's even more terrifying is that when the camera zoomed in, I recognized the dark lines crawling under his skin. Three years ago, the same lines appeared on my missing grandfather.
The phone vibrated, and a countdown came from an unknown number: [23:59:47].
There is a line attached: "You are next. If you want to survive, find the 'body fisher'."
My name is Chen Zhu, a delivery boy struggling at the bottom of the city.
Also the last one, the "conservant" who remembers the taboos and rules.
Now, the hunt begins.
Hunters are the disappeared folk customs, and the prey are the remaining inheritors like us.
There is only one rule - find the truth before becoming the next "folklore specimen".
[Rational Mysticism] + [Folklore Suspense] + [Multiple Line Survival Game]
When ancient taboos invade modern cities, will you abide by the rules, or become the rules themselves?
