The sea of lanterns in Chang'an surged during the Lantern Festival, but the bustle of Zhuque Street was shattered by the fishy smell of monsters. When Chu Jin swung his sword to kill the night owl, Bai Zhi was protecting the child in the pool of blood with golden light. Just as the silver thread of the prophetic mechanism entangled the out-of-control demonic energy, a crimson figure had already arrived on the wind - Zhu Jiangxue's withered ruler swept across the palm of his hand, and the half-demon puppet instantly froze into a gray stone statue.
Four strangers, their swords turned into ice, their palms filled with vitality, their eyes discerning demon cores, and their machine tools hiding their sharp edges. Before they even exchanged names, they were already standing back to back in the blood, forming a solid wall. When the Xuan Pavilion's net tightened, and when royal secrets wrapped around their wrists like poison ivy, they finally understood: this journey that started by accident was never an accident. The intertwined hands of the four figures not only want to tear apart the conspiracy across the rivers, lakes and courts, but also pull the chess player hidden behind the scenes out of the layers of fog into the light of day - because some debts need to be paid together; some roads need to be walked side by side, so that we can live up to the hardships of the rivers and lakes.
Intention: Catching monsters, the power of bonding, the courage to break the situation