In the middle of the night, the Yin Gate was sealed, and the nine candles burned all the ancestral tablets, just to cut off the century-old blood curse. When he was stained with blood on the talisman paper, kneeling in the green smoke and whispering "I bear this crime", Wen Xuyu appeared from the darkness, holding half of the blood-soaked Yin marriage contract between his fingertips - it was the life contract he signed with his own hands ten years ago. The two were supposed to be fighting to the death, but they looked at each other speechlessly amid the flickering of will-o'-the-wisps. The soldiers of darkness are pressing down on the realm, and the souls of the dead are knocking on the door. They are no longer relatives connected by blood, nor are they irreconcilable enemies, but the only living sacrifices that can block the gap in hell. This night is not for salvation, but for burial together.
