Grandpa said: Some of the ferries on the Yellow River ferry people, and some ferry souls.
Jiang Xun didn't believe it. 985 Folklore graduate student, he doesn't believe this.
Until his instructor sent him to do field research by the Yellow River. He boarded a boat without a boatman and was sent to an ancient town that sank under the water thirty years ago. My grandfather, who had been missing for five years, finally came here.
There are no ghosts here, but there are rules. Don't look at the lantern on the paper shop three times; don't answer the knock on the door after midnight; don't count the steps, they will be different every time. Those who violate it will not die, but will become part of the ancient town.
Jiang Xun's copper ring was getting hot. He could see the ancient true name behind the rules, which came from the unknown god-conferring ceremony three thousand years ago.
The descendants of the corpse collectors who are afraid of ghosts use folklore knowledge to solve the problem. Behind every taboo is a heartbreaking obsession, and every time a taboo is broken there is an irreversible price.
This is not a haunting. This is a set of rules written three thousand years ago. Jiang Xun is the only one who can read it.
