Climbing out of the rules of "Jasmine Rust", what I took away was not a medal of victory, but an unhealable crack deep in my soul and a hollowed-out walking corpse. I was the "coordinate" of 37 reincarnations of death, the cold fuel of a huge analgesic dream. Returning to the hustle and bustle of "reality", the sun is dazzling and people are noisy, but you can only smell the decay everywhere - the strong smell of incense embers, like maggots on the tarsal bones, spreading silently in the gaps in the city.
This decadent aroma is a signpost leading to the next abyss. It led me to witness the painful disintegration of the inhuman shadow in the incense ashes, and to listen to the desperate scream of "the incense is about to burn, and something is about to come out." Finally, we stopped in front of an old medicine shop with a plaque of "Rejuvenation Hall" hanging on it and exuding the smell of cold medicine and aged incense ash. The door opened on its own, and it was as dark as ink. What stood behind the door was not a doctor, but a living corpse with eyes flashing with deathly energy.
The moment I stepped into the drug store, I realized that the previous hell was just the prologue, and the real horror was rooted in the older, more silent shadows of this land. There are no beating electronic clocks and cold rules and regulations here, only the diffuse incense, rusty copper coins, heavy yellow symbols with the word "zhen", and those "things" that have been imprisoned by incense ashes for hundreds of years and are ready to move.
It seems I am not alone. In the shadows, a man wearing a navy blue shirt and eyes as cold as steel followed him like a shadow. He is as silent as a monument, and his fingertips can ignite cold flames that do not belong to the human world. What is left behind are incense ash, blood-brown copper coins, and the character "Zhen" written through the back of the paper. His name is Qin Yao, his identity is a mystery, he looks like an enemy and a friend.
To become each other's only anchor, to ignite a glimmer of life among the decaying ashes? Or will he be completely swallowed up by this silent, ancient terror and become the next cold ember in the furnace?
The incense burns out, and the time has come. The door of the drug store in Shenxiang slowly opened for "Coordinates" and "Town Guard". This time, what they are fighting against is time itself, the century-old resentment covered by incense ash, and the... Thing that is about to break through.
Concept: suspense
