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After his father disappeared, Lin Bai returned to the mountains and took over an old B&B that could no longer survive. He thought that all he had to face was debt, a dilapidated house and a deserted business, until one rainy night, three unknown residents knocked on the door. From that day on, strange things started happening in the B&B. The bronze bell that rang in the middle of the night, the scratching sound coming from behind the wall of the west wing, the wet hair emerging from the old well, the strange names that appeared inexplicably on the ledger, and the "Room 13" that clearly did not exist but was mentioned again and again... Lin Bai gradually discovered that this B&B hosted more than just living people. Then the ancient tomb in Houshan, which had been dormant for many years, was reopened at this time. The father who has been missing for many years, the Lin family's secretive old rules, and the bridal bell that the mysterious forces are searching for, all clues point to the same secret - what the Lin family has guarded for generations has never been an ordinary inn, but a "coffin-pressing inn." Some people want to use the bell to open the door, and some people want to use the tomb to change their fate. But once the wrong door is opened, those who come back may not still be human. In order to find out the truth behind his father's disappearance, and to keep the last rule of the Lin family, Lin Bai had to follow Colonel Mo Jin into the mountains. But he soon discovered that what was more terrifying than the things in the tomb were the people who had been standing outside the door, waiting for him to open the door with his own hands.

On a rainy night in late autumn, three men stayed at my B&B in Shengfang Ancient Town. The first person's name is Hu Bayi. His ID card says he's from Fujian. His eyes are so bright that he doesn't look like he's here to make a documentary. The fat toilet was clogged, so the maintenance man took out a Liao Dynasty cockscomb kettle from the sewer. A voice suddenly popped into my head. Later I learned that this is called a system. It told me that the ancient town under my feet was stacked with five layers of ancient tombs. In the dry well in the corner of the courtyard lived an old friend who "gave me a lot of face", and Hu Bayi - he said that after traveling all over the country for so many years, "everywhere there is something in the water, soil, and mountains." I'm just a B&B owner. My biggest wish is not to let guests damage my toilet. But they insisted on dragging me to Jingjue Ancient City, Yunnan Worm Valley, and Kunlun Shrine. He insisted on leaving the last sip of water to me in the desert, insisted on calling my name with nonsense words when he had a fever, and insisted on looking at me with that look - as if he had known me for a long time. I don't remember him. But in my dreams, there is always an ancient bridge. There is a person on the bridge, his back is turned to me, and he never looks back. There is a line of words engraved on the wall of the bed and breakfast cellar: "Gu Qingning, don't come down." I don't know who carved it. But sooner or later I have to go down that well.