"When the incense burns out, the dead souls are lost."
"When the bronze door opens, memory bites back."
Lin Shen, a graduate of forensic medicine, was forced to return to his hometown to inherit his ancestral business and became the last generation of "guardians" at the junction of Hunan, Guizhou and Guangxi - guarding the deceased on their last night and ensuring that the incense remains alive.
By mistake, he burned the wrong ashes. Memories of the dead began to invade his brain. Mining accidents, cannibalism, betrayal... A collective crime that had been buried for twenty years came to light.
Under the Death Hall, a bronze door engraved with inscriptions slowly opened. The thing inside the door is not a ghost, but the self that everyone has forgotten.
The guardians of the hall are not guarding the dead, but the living. The greatest enemy of the living is his own memory.
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