Youhun Dual Realm

In the southwest of Guizhou, the peaks are like stinging beasts, and thick fog wraps around the Miao village deep in Kai City, isolating it from the world. Qiao was born in this period, his wheat-colored skin is imprinted with the imprint of the mountains and forests, and his brows and eyes are filled with the fierceness of the Miao ancestors - no one dares to say that he is a direct descendant of Chi You, and deep in his blood, the residual warmth of the ancient witch rituals sleeps. Before he was sixteen, he lived in a double world. During the day, I followed the elders to plant medicine and herd cattle, listen to Miao songs and praise their ancestors, and rub the old traces of silver ornaments and bamboo buildings with my fingertips. The days are as clear as a mountain spring. As night falls, the consciousness is dragged by invisible forces into a strange world of deathly silence: the cold stone walls are covered with twisted witch patterns, and the man in the robe whispers hoarsely, teaching the techniques of controlling breath, outlining witch talismans, and sensing the hidden energy of heaven and earth. He once woke up from the pain of backlash, and there were still burn marks on his fingertips; while working during the day, a thought in a trance filled the sky, and fallen leaves hung in front of his palms. The elders had known the clues for a long time, and often whispered to the Chiyou totem at the head of the village: "Don't indulge in false ideas, and keep your heart." There was no other word. Qiao gradually fell into the abyss of reality and reality - the witchcraft in the dream became more sophisticated, and the blood in reality became more violent. It was like something sleeping, slowly awakening from the bones and blood on the occasion of his sixteenth birthday. Thick fog still hangs over the mountains, and the smoke from the bamboo buildings blends quietly with the green shaman smoke in the dream. He vaguely understood that this double world was not a dream. The intentions of the mysterious organization and the shackles of Chi You's bloodline will eventually be broken when he crosses the threshold of sixteen years old. And this deep mountain is not only his destination, but also the starting point of all mysteries - fate, regardless of where he came from, just waiting for him to open his eyes.