On the day Shen Du was born, the whole village was restless and his parents died tragically. He was regarded as a disaster star and grew up being reviled. When he was eighteen years old, the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts, which only occurs once in a century, arrived early, and the ghost cries in the mountain temple shattered the stone lions at the entrance of the village. Zhao Dehou and the villagers forced him to sacrifice to the mountain god. Shen Du sneered, bit his fingertips and drew a blood talisman on his forehead. The dark wind suddenly rose, and three hundred armored ghost knights emerged from the ground. The leading ghost master knelt down on one knee: "I will obey the order!" The county magistrate Mr. Chen rolled down from the sedan chair and kowtowed repeatedly: "The villain has eyes that cannot see Mount Tai. Please forgive me, Grandpa Yin Bing!" Bai Jinshu stood in the distance, looking at the thin young man wrapped in golden light, the compass in his hand turning crazily - the real nightmare had just begun.
