"The living must not turn this over."
Lin Shen, a graduate student in folklore, turned it over.
In a village in western Hunan known for its crying wedding ritual, inside an abandoned shrine, talismans sealing the doors covered the walls. Blood-red words appeared in an old notebook...
Anyone staying here tonight must follow three rules. Violators will die.
Rule One: Do not look directly at anyone in red. She was already standing in the rain outside the window.
Rule Two: Eat three bowls of rice. But he didn't have a single grain.
Rule Three: At a quarter past one in the morning, face the mirror and name three things you regret.
Three rules, two impossible to fulfill. But Lin Shen spotted a fourth rule, crossed out with a black line on the page, and he could see it.
He could see the hidden rules.
In the realm of the uncanny, rules mean life or death. But rules can be changed. Every change brings him one step closer to the truth, and one step closer to death.
The countdown has begun.
In seven days, it will come for you.
This is no game. It's a battle of wits with rules as weapons. When you stare at the rules, the rules stare back at you.
