In order to rush for an urgent interview, reporter Ye Hansheng braved the rain and broke into a shortcut deep into the mountains. However, amid lightning and thunder, he broke into the "Wanggui Village" that had long since disappeared from the map. This is a veritable village of death. The broken walls are covered with black vines. The branches of the old locust tree at the entrance of the village are covered with dried children's clothes. Red cloth strips are fluttering in the wind and rain like life flags.
The vehicle broke down and the mobile phone failed. She was forced to go to a deserted village to seek help, but she instantly fell into a nightmare: in the corner of an abandoned old house, a scarecrow wore a woman's skull, and the long black hair wrapped around his neck was still dripping; there was fingernail scratching under the bed late at night. With the sound of wooden boards, the mirror reflected a soaked woman in white, with black blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, asking her to "borrow her hair"; what's even weirder is that everything in the village is "copying" her traces, as if to swallow her existence completely.
She soon discovered that the village was in ruins due to a murderous murder. All the villagers died tragically but no one was buried. The resentment condensed into a curse - all intruders will be haunted by the dead souls, and eventually become like them, trapped in this deserted village forever, becoming the next "bait" to lure outsiders into the game.
The cold touch lingered day and night, and the crying in her ears got closer and closer. Ye Hansheng saw that her hair had fallen off inexplicably and her skin was covered in corpse spots, and she was shocked to realize that the curse had taken effect on her body. Before dawn, she must find out the truth behind the tragic deaths of the villagers. Otherwise, she will lose her body forever and become another dead soul among the countless resentful souls in the deserted village who will never be reincarnated.
Intent: The most terrifying things are never ghosts and gods, but tragedies caused by the selfish desires of human beings. Only by facing the truth can the shackles be broken.