Dream Back to Jixia

The moonlight is like water, but it cannot illuminate the strangeness deep in Jixia Academy. Disciple Liu'er was tortured by dreams of being burned by fire every night, and the five-color rope on his wrist that held the soul was glowing with blood for no apparent reason - that was not protection, but an early warning. Li Ming, a student from the academy, used tortoise shells to divine fortune, and what he burned out was not the inscriptions, but a struggling human form condensed into dark red liquid. The truth is horrifying: What troubles Liu'er is not an ordinary illness, but the curse of an infant spirit that has been imprisoned in the locust tree in her ancestral home for hundreds of years. "It's not trying to hurt you," Li Ming's whisper was like Gujing Hanbing, "it's asking for help." The cry for help is just the beginning. Under the seal split by thunder and fire, the roots of the locust tree are like revived blood vessels, quietly piercing the foundation of the academy to suppress the netherworld rift. Liu'er's bloodline has become a channel for the return of ancient evil. As midnight approaches, resentment is at its peak. When Li Ming and Liu Er step into the shadow of their ancestral home, they may be about to save more than one poor soul... Deep in the locust tree that has stood for a hundred years, there may be something older, staring at the world through its roots.