Works Contributed by Twelve Xiao Ling

The wet footprints of the last subway train, the non-existent third and a half floor of the old building, the blank receipt on the express cabinet - these things were explained as hallucinations and accidents, but Long Wuji didn't believe it at first. It wasn't until Luodeng Town was swallowed up by the ghost mist overnight and gang puppets seduced people on the street that he discovered: Under the cracks in the ground of the modern city, there were ten palaces of the underworld that had been burned for tens of thousands of years using living people as firewood; and the hand he had spent half his life cultivating to break copper was the Chenlong in the Chinese zodiac. Keeping the thirty-seven ever-burning lamps on the lampstand is the last realm of the living. He lost an arm in front of this world, and also waited for Ji Shanting who followed the vision, and Xiao Ling who woke up one by one. They thought that their opponent was Yama of the Tenth Hall, who was inviting you to enter the urn for a grand ceremony. But what really sends chills down the spine is that thing that can't even be reflected in an evil mirror - it doesn't participate in the battle, it just waits for the strong man to fall, and then takes away what is rightfully its.