Taboos on Ancient Roads, Those Years When I Was a Horse Pot Head

I am the last descendant of the caravan. In order to save my brother who was possessed by evil, I retraced the ancient path of death where my grandfather disappeared. The rules in Ailao Mountain are that the living must obey the dead. The "family ghost" who was wiped out in Wangjiazhai, the "One-legged Wulang" who had been imprisoned in the Diaojiaolou for thirty years, and the curse passed down in the blood of three generations of my family... Behind every taboo, there is the legendary "treasure". They say that I am a lonely star, destined to live a lonely life, but I don't believe in fate, I only believe in the road under my feet and the knife in my hand!