Late at night, delivery boy Lin Su took an order for late-night snacks to be delivered to the funeral home. Pushing the door open and entering, there was a woman sitting in the duty room. She had been dead for three days. After he entered the door, she raised her head and said, "I haven't eaten my takeaway yet." Lin Su turned around and ran away, but received a message on his phone. The sender was his own number: "Go back to Xuan Qingshan tomorrow."
That Taoist temple has long been abandoned. Master is buried there, and the truth is also buried there. After digging through the ruins, Lin Su realized that he was no ordinary orphan. He is the container that the master brought back from the fire, a living seal, and an ancient evil creature older than Taoism is sealed in his body. It is invisible and has no quality, but it can penetrate into the most vulnerable places in people's hearts, making people never wake up from their sweet dreams.
Delivering food during the day and dealing with things crawling out of the cracks at night. The ghost in the mirror, the ghost in the wall, the same nightmare that everyone on the subway is having. Every time one of them was sent away, the gray mark on Lin Su's right hand expanded in a circle. He thought that it was enough for him to hold on alone, but the Taoist priests from Longyuan Mountain, the descendants of the corpse chasers, the fox demons who had practiced for five hundred years, the voodoo girls from the Miao border, and the old man from the grocery store told him that this road was never walked alone.
Twelve cracks in the underground of Jincheng opened at the same time, and Nightmare Abyss was waking up. Lin Su was the only one who could close the door, at the cost of sealing himself in. He had no retreat and no complaints. The old man who opened the grocery store was right. Protecting the world is never done just because you can do it.
