"Don't go out when it's dark. There's no one in red. If you see someone laughing, close your eyes quickly..."
When the blood moon comes, Chinese folk customs and ghost stories revive, and the world becomes a forbidden land full of strange rules.
In this life-and-death trial for all mankind, Chen Du is an exception.
As an ancestral corpse stitcher, he touched the rusty psychic corpse stitching needle in his hand, looked at the fragmented ghost stories in front of him, and sighed silently:
"This rule is in tatters, and I have to mend it."
While others struggled desperately within the rules, Chen Du sewed the paper bride's mouth shut with one stitch. With one stitch, the taboo of "cannot look directly" and the curse of "must look back" were sewn together, directly causing the weird logic to conflict.
"You were asked to survive, and you stitched the world of ghost stories into your own backyard?"
When Chen Du stepped into the Palace of Hell with a golden needle in hand, the sky was filled with ghosts, gods and endless weirdness, and everyone was silent.
