In Qingsong Village, worshiping the wandering gods is a custom passed down from generation to generation.
At first, he thought it was just an ordinary folklore survey, and this was just an ordinary summer.
But the statue of the god under the red silk, the strange stranger, the door that cannot be opened at night...
Also, the note suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Don't open the door"
"Don't talk"
…
Until, the note became someone's diary.
Maybe, "you" have something to say to me?
Motto: Life may be painful, but goodwill lasts forever