There are relics found in Xuanju's old papers, revealing a dusty past.
On a snowy night, in a dilapidated shop, seven people unexpectedly gathered together. Some of them had extraordinary experiences, while others had ulterior motives. What purpose did they have, and what kind of involvement did they have?
While eating hot pot, talking about anecdotes, and touching the wine glasses, Blind Old Lu got into trouble. How should we deal with so many drunkards? Who should pay for the tables and chairs that were split in half?
The rivers and lakes are deep, and everyone is flocking to them. It's freezing cold, but there are people who hold up lamps to shine on the snow...
After the snow stopped, the seven people were alive or dead, and where to go.
Intention: Right or wrong, success or failure turns heads in vain.