Hidden in the Dark

Song Wangshu lived for eighteen years, and no one remembered his face. In the class photo, eyes automatically skipped over his seat, and people walking towards him in the corridor would subconsciously step aside, but he knew that it wasn't him, he didn't see him at all. He was used to eating alone, walking alone, and being forgotten in the blind spot of the world. He thought it was just his personality, his loneliness, and his unlovability. Until that day, a transfer student sat across from him. Mu Ningshuang looked at him, her emerald eyes seemed to be able to fish out sunken things from time. "Something inside you is about to wake up." She said, "Don't be afraid, and don't trust anyone." She never said unnecessary words, but that day in the cafeteria, she said three words, her chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and the chopped green onions in the noodle soup were lined up. Song Wangshu looked down at his hands and found that his fingers were trembling uncontrollably. Something in him was waking up. Under this city, there are people digging, collecting stone locks, looking through county records, and leaving burnt matchsticks in old alleys in the middle of the night. They are looking for something that has been buried for hundreds of years. That thing is related to the Lin family, to the father he has never met, and to the air current in the seam of his bones. The bloodline of the twelve ancestral witches, the undercurrent of the eight major families, an awakening that was deliberately suppressed. He's been hiding for eighteen years, and now someone wants to dig him out. But he wasn't the only one dug up. There are also things buried by the older generation. And the bones left behind by those who "didn't make it."