No one is more unlucky than Ji Shannan. A fortune-teller said he wouldn't live past twenty-five, that he would bring calamity to both his parents, and that his life would be full of misfortune. He even caused the cockroaches in his home to die. All he could do was live as a petty thief, until, by some strange fluke, he wandered into an odd sect of Celestial Masters, triggered a mysterious formation, and casually summoned an evil ghost?!
The Hell of Crimson Lotus Rifts is said to be the deepest level of the Eight Cold Hells. Those punished there are torn apart like the petals of a red lotus, a truly horrific sight. What does an evil ghost from such a place have to do with him, Ji Shannan? He doesn't want to become a Celestial Master. He just wants to live out the rest of his days in peace. But now demons are running rampant and ghosts are appearing everywhere. One incomprehensible incident after another leaves him barely able to catch his breath.
Will they even let him wait for death in peace?
