Before she died, grandma held Su Wanwan's hand tightly and said only three words: go north.
Su Wanwan went to Beidahuang.
On the first night in the underground cellar, a fat weasel got stuck in the door frame. It kicked on its hind legs for a long time, tilted its head and asked her: "Can you - can you see me?"
From that day on, Su Wanwan discovered something strange - wherever she went, "things" were looking at her. There were gray shadows squatting on the field ridges, translucent humanoid silhouettes floating behind the tree trunks, and unintelligible sounds coming from the mountains at night. They didn't come near or go far, they just stared at her quietly, as if they had been waiting for a long, long time.
And the silent mountain guard He Zheng. When she frayed her hand, he dropped the gauze and left; when she lost her way, he carried her back over the mountain. Everyone in the village said that the men of the He family would not live past sixty. He didn't explain, but just wrote her name on the last page of the note: In this life, I will guard the mountain and wait for one person.
Su Wanwan touched the light golden birthmark on her wrist and finally understood the weight of her grandmother's last words - going north is not to escape, but to keep an appointment three hundred years ago.
An educated youth in his 70s, he was targeted by the immortal family and guarded by rough men for the rest of his life. Easily healed, sweet and cruel, so you can enter the trap with confidence.
