My parents died violent deaths, and I returned to my hometown for their funeral. Among their belongings, I found a book titled Notes on Suppressing Steles.
In this world, resentment gathers into eerie steles. The steles bear death taboos, and anyone who touches them will have their soul scattered.
And my younger brother Shen Nian, who had already met a gruesome end, had somehow left a fragment of his soul inside me.
To bring him into the world, I forged masks from the belongings of those who died violent deaths. Put one on, take it off: two souls sharing one body.
He senses resentment and sees through every loophole in the taboos;
I devise talisman arrays and schemes, the cold-blooded player pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
The Stele-Fostering Alliance has committed countless atrocities, raising eerie steles in an attempt to awaken an ancient evil god.
Everyone fears the taboos sealed within the steles, but my brother and I will venture into every forbidden stele ground.
“Brother, three steps to the left is a dead end.”
“Don't worry. I'll send them off to feed the stele.”
Twin souls guard the steles; a mask conceals a soul.
In this world beset by eerie calamities, one body and one soul will suppress them all!
