Lin Yao had been keeping vigil for his deceased wife for three years, but on the night of her death anniversary, he heard someone laughing in front of her grave. The woman's eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, but her fingertips were dripping with blood and her pupils were slit like cobwebs - she was not Chen Wu, but a mad lord who had crawled back from hell. The gentle deceased wife he admitted to his mistake had long been devoured by his substitute, and what returned at this moment was a vengeful shadow made from three thousand wronged souls. She smiled and crushed his heartbeat: "You burned me back then, now it's your turn to taste what it's like to be buried alive."
