When Shen Hengjun was seventeen, his grandfather Shen Sangen died in front of his half-carved bone statue.
He left her only three relics: a bone carving knife, a copy of the "Bone Crossing Sutra", and a sentence - "Bones can't lie, people can tell."
She is the last bone carver in western Hunan. She can touch bones with her hands and read the memories of the deceased. This craft is called "bone crossing" - using bones as boats to ferry the dead across the river.
But what she didn't know was that her hands were not a gift, but a curse.
Grandpa's death was not an accident, it was a grudge from three hundred years ago that finally found her.
A man named Yan Tusu appeared in front of her with a certificate from the "Folklore Investigation Bureau" and said coldly: "Your grandfather owes me a life."
A fox fairy who had been practicing for eight hundred years said in her dream: "Your ancestors nailed me to death with seven bone nails, and now it's your turn to pay it back."
And her hands were getting colder day by day.
——Because the soul-touching hand consumes not physical strength but lifespan.
