Corpse oil, mandrill, nine babies, family tomb...
Danger and fear one after another...
Who am I? Who are you?
The shocking secret of Nanmanzi more than ten years ago
Uncle Da's sudden arrival started my terrifying adventure
Besides money, the only hope is to live
I have no identity, but I have many identities; I have no memory, but I have lived for many years...
The truth is confusing and fragile at the first touch.
Is it unbelievable that human nature is really that fragile?