The yin and yang eyes can see through the mountain ghost, and the copper coin can break the century-old curse
On July 14th, white mist from the mountains behind Qingyan Village filled the roof. Lin Yichen saw a human face on the window glass. At midnight, Liu Laogen, who had drowned in the old well three years ago, crawled out. His dry throat squeezed out only one word: run.
The dark shadow outside the door sneered: 'The thing your grandfather gave his life for is tied around your neck? ' Grandpa went into Wuyin Mountain on a rainy night ten years ago, leaving only a cloth shoe and a suicide note: 'If you see something invisible, don't panic. With copper coins in your body, evil spirits are hard to invade. Leave Qingyan quickly and go to Yinfeng Town to find the hunter named Zhao. '
The edge of the copper coin was chipped, and now there was another crack. Lin Yichen opened the plank of his grandfather's bed and found a rusty hatchet and a parchment map. Somewhere in the back of the mountain was a circle drawn with cinnabar and the words 'altar' written beside it. He stepped into Wuyin Mountain and picked up half a compass fragment under the old locust tree. The cracks glowed dark red. Grandpa's soul walked out of the fog and pointed into the depths of the thicker fog. His own name was actually engraved on the bark of the tree, and the sap was still seeping out.
The ghost market in Yinfeng Town opens at night. Su Wanqing, a graduate student in folklore, is looking for clues about her father's disappearance. The back of the old photo in her hand reads: 'Father disappeared in Wuyin Mountain'. Chen Xiazi, the elder of the Gray Clothes Club, held a long cigarette rod in his mouth and stared at the copper coin in the dark - the mountain god was about to recruit someone, and this time, the sacrifice was the entire Qingyan Village.
Lin Yichen clutched the missing copper coin tightly. Behind him was the howling mountain fog, and in front of him was the darkness that had swallowed his grandfather for ten years. He must go on, because what grandpa paid for with his life must not be broken here.
