Late at night, there are always those who do not return and step into the intersection of yin and yang. I am a recorder who accidentally entered the City of Undeserved Death. I have seen with my own eyes the lingering resentful spirits, the Yin soldiers patrolling the streets with halberds, and the road to hell paved with dead bones. Those souls who died unjustly and cannot be reincarnated hide the most painful secrets in the world. I walked on the edge of the underworld and wrote down my experiences one by one. What you see are stories, and what they say are last words.
