Chen Yang was born with Yin-Yang Eyes and had been able to see things beyond ordinary people's reach since childhood. After graduating from college, he returned to his hometown in western Hunan and inherited his grandfather's corpse-driving trade.
Every night, Chen Yang rang his bell to guide the spirits of people who had died far from home back to their roots. It was a strange job, but nothing unusual. The odd thing was that lately, the corpses he took in would “come alive” on the night before burial. They weren't rising from the dead; they simply opened their eyes and stared at him, repeating the same words: “Don't take me there.”
At first, Chen Yang thought the spirits were simply clinging too fiercely to their regrets. Then he discovered that the soles of every corpse bore the same ancient spell. It wasn't meant to keep spirits in the body, but to invite disaster. Someone was deliberately using corpses as vessels to “drive” some kind of evil from a thousand miles away into the heart of western Hunan. And the destination was the old house his grandfather had repeatedly warned him never to approach.
Chen Yang stood at a crossroads, with seven corpses whose bells were ringing behind him and the forbidden area his grandfather had warned him about ahead. For the first time, he saw clearly that he wasn't escorting spirits. He was delivering them into a trap that had been laid twenty years ago.
