The evil ghost just wanted to avenge his wife, and he drew his sword to massacre the city on a snowy night.
The five monks and Buddha's seals are helpless, and the ancient withered banyan tree has been sleeping for hundreds of years.
Suddenly, a hundred years of youth have passed, and blood stains the lips and bones.
Now my wife Yi Gu has come to express her hatred for the Han family in Gusu City.
What was the relationship between that snowy night hundreds of years ago, and the ebony magic box in his hand, and the silver-haired weirdo wearing a mask in front of him.
Perhaps, only by opening the box can we see the expression behind the mask.