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Traveling through another world, the red moon hangs high. On Friday night, Fang was dragged into the same mysterious temple, where he watched the fear of Arhats, watched the lion dance and Tibetan people, and listened to the silent Nuo opera. The cycle continued for eight years. The temple wants to devour him, and the troupe wants to keep him as a puppet. Only the cold ghost hand that pulled him out of the abyss every time was the only variable and hope. Until that day, the Nuo man who introduced him to Taoism stared at him with a trembling voice: "You said... That hand held you for eight years?!" "But the rule 'there' has always been to enter, not to exit." "What the hell is that pulling you?!"