Dusk turned the mountain col into gray. A Zhu squatted by the stream and wrung out his patched coarse shirt. The coldness on his fingertips was far less than the chill around him. She is the "broom star" that everyone in the village avoids. Her parents died early, and she was surrounded by rumors. Even the children felt like meeting evil ghosts when they saw her. Only a pair of eyes that were different from ordinary people could see lingering shadows and hear lingering whispers - those souls hiding unwillingness and obsession, always entangled with her late at night.
The dilapidated adobe houses, bottomless rice vats, and gossip at the entrance of the village constituted A Zhu's entire life for sixteen years. She learned to be silent, learn to turn a blind eye to those weird noises, just to survive in this world, holding on to the few copper coins and half of the red headband left by her mother to survive. But the gloomy atmosphere in the mass graves in the back mountain is getting thicker and thicker, and the seemingly invisible movements at night are all indicating that the peaceful days are about to end.
The sound of banging on the door in the middle of the night broke the dead silence, and a strange black figure came with a torch, breaking A Zhu's lingering life. The leader, Lu Yan, a man in a cloak, had eyes as cold as a cold pool, with an irresistible sense of oppression; the compass in the hand of the old man with a goatee pointed pointedly at A Zhu, calling her a rare "body that connects to the secluded world". Without asking or discussing, A Zhu was forcibly taken away, and she was shocked to realize that her eyes, which were regarded as disasters, were actually the "tools" coveted by these people. Amidst the shadows of the mountains and the long road at night, she was abducted as a stranger. Is she waiting to be used and discarded, or is she an unexpected fateful redemption?
