Where the cracks open, the rules are life and death.
The midnight uniform of Wutong Middle School, the wedding sedan chair on a rainy night in the mountains, the seven-day mourning in a century-old house...
Strange copies appeared out of thin air, and only one out of ten people entered.
Everyone is teaching you: Only by being obedient and obeying the rules can you survive.
Until Su Qingyuan appeared.
She understands ancient funeral rites, old customs of marriage, architectural feng shui, and taboos about water transport.
What others see as ironclad rules of life, in her mind, are all erroneous common sense.
Red is for attracting evil spirits, white is for positive yang;
The empty seat will leave the soul behind, and turn around to break the evil spirit;
Those who follow blindly will die, and those who know the custom will live.
Carrying an ancestral yin-yang jade tablet, she and her four companions traveled across strange lands in all directions.
Behind the copy are thousands of years of folk customs that have been tampered with;
Deep in the mist is the source of all mysteries that thrive on forgetfulness.
——The old rules in this world must be observed by someone.
