Late at night, the warlord's daughter was hanging from a beam in a century-old wedding dress, her body was not rotten, and her lips were smiling. As soon as Shen Hengyi's fingertips touched the collar of the wedding dress, the remaining spirits came in like a tide - he saw that the bride was sewn alive into scarlet satin, with stitches passing through the flesh, while the murderer wore an iron mask and chanted a spiritual incantation in the candlelight. In order to find out the truth, he ventured into dreams to spy on the ghosts. His yang energy was depleted again, and his left arm became as transparent as paper. There were seven murder cases in the city. The deceased were all dressed in old clothes and had soul refining arrays carved on their chests. Shangguan Zhao brought the shelter department to the door, and Chen Jiujin brought a box of old things soaked in blood: the paint on the costumes could peel off people's faces, a mute girl crying about injustice was trapped in a bronze mirror, and the emblem of an evil cult organization was engraved on the back of a tablet. Every time Shen Hengyi recalled a remnant, his memory was tainted, and he gradually couldn't tell whether he was a living person or a resentful ghost. He rescued an abandoned girl tied with paper, but the girl spoke late at night: "Mr. Yin asked me to tell you, the man in the iron mask is right behind you." With less than seven days of Yang Qi left, he must find out the mastermind who used the entire city as an altar before it completely dissipated. What he didn't know was that the karmic rewards for every small act of kindness had already turned him into the most critical pawn in the game.
