A modern criminal investigator transmigrates into the frail, sickly Jia Baoyu.
He can see “contamination levels” and blurry, eerie traces...
He discovers that “father-in-law and daughter-in-law affairs” are no mere matter of ethics, but an evil ritual that summons the uncanny...
“Each of the Twelve Beauties has two selves: one lives in the human world, and one waits here.”
“Waits for what?”
Qin Keqing looked past them into the distance.
There was an eye.
A colossal eye, with a dark red iris and a vertical pupil.
“For it to awaken.”
That eye was watching them.
But it did not move. It only watched.
Jia Ying could sense what lay within its gaze: not malice, but something... curious. As if it were looking at a colony of fascinating ants.
