Fourteen years ago, the Chen family was wiped out.
Their enemies set fire to the old house and claimed that every last member of the family had died.
Fourteen years later, a doctor with a handbell arrived outside Huimin Gate.
A threadbare long gown, a battered medicine case, and a brass bell hanging at his waist.
He treats illnesses no one else can cure.
And things no one else dares touch.
He treated Ma Lianliu's dog. He quelled the vengeful aura of the corpse floating in the Gan River. He went down alone beneath Shengjin Pagoda to the bronze coffin, and came back up alone.
The saying around town goes: When the bell rings three times, the living should flee.
But some people don't believe it.
Ma Lianliu doesn't. The Azure Dragon Society doesn't. And neither does the "Mister" who's been hiding in the shadows for fourteen years.
That doesn't matter.
Chen Jiusheng removes the brass bell and sets it on the table.
"Then let's let it ring, nice and slow."
Republican-era Nanchang · Supernatural suspense · Revenge and intrigue · A thrilling power fantasy
