Yinshan Tuji

My name is Chen Shan. My ancestors were collectors in the secret trade. We don't touch ancient relics, we don't look for treasures, we only do one thing - go deep into the Yin Mountains and collect the Yin soil that contains the cold and evil energy. This soil is so life-threatening that ordinary people will avoid it if they encounter people seeking their souls. Only those who collect the soil can suppress it, collect it, and seal it. Before his death, my grandfather left only half a piece of black pottery and warned me repeatedly: Never step into Yinshan Mountain. I originally wanted to completely shut down this business and live a stable life, but strange things happened one after another. Black soil came to my door in the middle of the night, children's handprints appeared on the soil, and the aura of the underworld pressed closer and closer. Only then did I realize that some debts are destined to be repaid since birth. In order to survive, and to uncover the truth behind my grandfather's secret departure from Yinshan, I was forced to embark on the road to reclaim the land. There are three people traveling together, each with their own division of labor: the old Taoist leader Lao Gui leads the team with palm eyes, the thoughtful Qinghe who is good at discerning the spirit and the road explores the road, the strong and steady stone guard team, and the harvesters who do not seek wealth, just to survive and collect soil In the Yinshan Mountain, there is no sky and the sky is dark, and the weirdness is far beyond imagination. The black soil that crawls on its own, the footsteps that follow silently, the strange noise that sounds like the whisper of a living person, the crisis is hidden under every inch of soil. There are no bright weapons or ancient tombs here, but there is earth that is more terrifying than evil. Once the Yin earth gets out of control, it will fill the mountains and bite people. Holding the ancestral pottery in hand, I went deep into the ground step by step, collecting the evil soil and suppressing the evil spirit. Every additional handful of soil collected brings one step closer to the secret deep in the Yin Mountain. What did grandpa hide back then? What secret is hidden in half a piece of pottery? At the lowest level of the Yin Mountain, what kind of existence is there to suppress? My name is Chen Shan, I am a collector