I died at the intersection of a yellow-lit street at midnight, and became a night rider specializing in delivering meals to ghosts.
There are six evil lock formations in the mountain village, spanning a full sixty years; clay pots, carved wooden sticks, and old talismans with bone powder are all evil traps set by Shen Changgeng.
When the formation was being dismantled, an anonymous phone number sent a warning, and his spies were spread throughout the provincial capital.
The red light swaying in the girls' dormitory late at night, the stalled elevator on the thirteenth floor of the office building, the evil centipede lurking among the thorns in the mountains... Weird commissions came to my door one after another.
The black lines on my wrists burn day and night, and the cold air lingers in the bones.
Granny Bai showed the way, Huang Xiaoliao accompanied me, and Old Taoist Chen held the inheritance left by my grandfather and was my only supporter.
Shen Changgeng has been dormant for half his life. He is just an abandoned son in the mountains, but his true roots are hidden in the provincial capital.
On one side is the daily life of the campus, on the other side is the yin and yang of strange things.
In this takeaway trip to the underworld, once you take an order, there is no way out.
