On a rainy night, when the gilt porcelain pillow with baby's play pattern was brought into the "Qiwu Pavilion", Tan Jiuchong was using cinnabar to repair the eyes of a Tang Dynasty tomb beast. College student Pei Ziyan was holding a dripping black umbrella, with a strange copper coin wrapped in red thread hanging out of his neck.
"Senior sister, this pillow... Can sing." He smiled like a sneaky cat, and three rusty victory coins suddenly rolled out from the hood of his damp sweatshirt.
When the porcelain pillow automatically cracked when placed on the bed, revealing the human bones wrapped with hair inside, Tan Jiuchong discovered that he was involved in a "death-related marriage" game that spanned thirty years. What's even more troublesome is that the boy she calls senior, Pei Ziyan, a mortuary major who sticks to her all day long, carries the same corpse scent as in her late father's notes.
While tracking down clues to the murder of a theater troupe in the Republic of China, Pei Ziyan was struck by evil spirits. Tan Jiuzhong pressed him into the cinnabar array, but heard him murmuring in the heat: "Jiuzhong... The photo under your compass, why did you tear off half of my face?" She was shocked to realize that the last place her father came into contact with before disappearing was the orphanage where Pei Ziyan stayed when he was a child.
From the Xiangxi Corpse Expulsion Inn to the Gu Po Temple in southern Fujian, when the seventh skeleton wearing Pei Ziyan's childhood clothes emerged from the bronze gui, Tan Jiuzhong's ink line suddenly wrapped around his wrist: "Who are you?" The young man's dimples bloomed in the cold light of the peach wood sword: "It was the senior sister who said... That she wanted to 'share life and death' with me."
Intention: Sister, we want to be together forever
