Before my grandfather died, he left a clammy black handprint on my back. He said that in forty-nine days, something would crawl up my spine, peel off my face, and take over my life. The only way to survive is to find his partner from thirty years ago and return to the demon tomb under the black water pool in western Hunan. There, I saw the faceless coffin keeper behind the bronze door, and swallowed the blood-dropped figure that looked exactly like me in the dragon's mouth. From then on, I embarked on a desperate journey to collect the "Thirteen Ancient Souls". The upside-down ghost ship in the Yellow River, the corpses of the two kings under Sanxingdui, the ghost mother eating babies in the blood pool of the Western Zhou Dynasty... Dusty and terrifying places were opened to me one after another. I gradually realized that the soul I wanted to take back was myself. And that "it" that has been waiting for me for three thousand years has never only wanted my face... But also my entire life as a "vessel".
