Before she died, my grandmother stuffed me with half a mahogany tablet, saying that three generations of the Su family had been cursed by a blood curse and that I would not survive until the age of twenty-five. Only by going to Yudu to find the descendants of the Lu family and working together to break the curse could I save my life.
So in order to survive, I embarked on a journey to Chongqing...
The desolate souls of Qixinggang are crying at the wall, the eighteen-step embroidered shoes are worn at night, the bones of King Yu's temple are sinking into the river... The seven evil spirits of Sichuan and Chongqing are buried with centuries-old grudges.
I tied a paper kite to attract the soul to overcome the evil spirit, while he held the talisman and guarded the bottom of the formation, stepped on the mist of the mountain city to break through the formation, trying to fight for a way out of the death curse.
