Liu Chenshuo has been haunted by the same nightmare since he can remember: his parents were torn away alive by the endless darkness, and the mysterious mark on his left arm burned like a soldering iron every night, as if whispering in his ear - you should have disappeared with them.
For twenty-four years, like a wandering soul, he rummaged through piles of old papers in archives and libraries in Beijing, just to find a clue about his parents and this imprint, but found nothing. Until that day, he rescued Li Ming, a graduate student who was killed by a female ghost in red day and night, and met Peng Chengjun, a mean-mouthed fat man. The three of them accidentally broke into an abandoned altar in northeastern Jiangxi, and used blood as a guide to accidentally awaken Su Qingqiu, the jade soul of the Tang Dynasty who had been sleeping for 1,300 years.
She emerged from the Qingluan jade pendant, breathtakingly beautiful: an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and a light brown tear mole in the corner of her left eye. When she smiled, she looked like a spring begonia, but with the emptiness of thousands of years of loneliness. She said softly: "Sir... Thank you very much." At that moment, Liu Chenshuo felt his heart skip a beat.
They discovered that every time a crack appeared, it was accompanied by sparsely populated areas, unusually strong aura, and frequent supernatural events. The red-clothed ghost on the Huangshi Village stage, the terrifying giant claws on the Gexian Mountain altar, the remnant water demon spirit under the Xinjiang River... Everything seems to point to the same source - the ancient seal is loosening.
Who is pulling the strings in the dark?
What is hidden behind those cracks?
Is it the roar of an ancient ferocious beast, or is it the truth that even the gods fear?
Or was it someone they trusted the most who secretly opened the first crack?
When Su Qingqiu finally said with a smile, "Sir, be happy",
She turned into a sky full of begonia petals, her jade pendant shattered, leaving only a strand of blue hair.
There is no more her in the world.
Intention: Justice will prevail