The Last Meishan Slave

In the vast depths of the Xuefeng Mountains in western Hunan, Dai Yingdong (Dai Fahao), a tiger hunter in Zijin Mountain, inherited the ancestral crossbow machine of his father-in-law Zhang Faxiang and his last words: "The compass points to the Yin position, and there are only two tigers left. The lame one... Don't chase..." A vague last word, a mysterious "blood pact", and a one-eyed lame tiger that appeared repeatedly and seemed like an enemy but also a friend, dragged him into a dispute that went far beyond hunting. The impact of the ancient Meishan tiger hunting skills and modern civilization is still before our eyes, but a deeper darkness has quietly surged. The whispers of evil formations in the Ambergris Cave, the black miasma under the Sun Mountain, the strange movements of the ace of the sage Shan Yu, the weeping blood warning of the ancient trees in Longquan Temple... All clues point to the forgotten ancient secrets and the suppressed wrath of the mountains and rivers. Dai Yingdong discovered that he was facing not only a vicious beast that could hurt people, but also an ancient disaster beast called "Fei" that had resurrected from its corpse, as well as the cult forces behind it that were trying to tear apart the dragon's veins and release the "holy beast". Holding the nanmu crossbow that has been passed down for nine generations, and forming a life-and-death covenant with the psychic lame tiger, Dai Yingdong embarks on the road to pursue the truth. From Bauhinia Mountain to Liangfeng Realm, from the ancient battlefield of Qianlongyuan to the snow line of Subaoding, he not only has to fight against the evil puppets in reality, but also understands the true mission of the Meishan hunters to "hunt the evil tiger in the heart and protect the creatures of the world" through spiritual inheritance. When the seal set by King Yu and his ancestors hundreds of years ago with their lives was about to collapse, and the accumulated mine poison was about to contaminate the rivers, a heroic elegy of man and tiger, protection and destruction, tradition and rebirth was loudly played in the snow peak mountains. This is the last sound of Meishan, but it is also the prelude to the never ending spiritual vein of mountains and rivers.