“Zeng Sheng was startled to sleep and heard the rain. I don’t know how to get lost, but flowers bloom.”
July and a half, Hungry Ghost Festival.
A bus from Hanjiang to Xinhu overturned in the tunnel, and all fifty-nine passengers on the bus were missing.
“Hong Luan is happy to enter the Palace of Fate, and seeks to know everything about wealth.”
The soul bell collided with the weird horoscope card on his waist, and a young man with white hair came out of the tunnel, followed by a boy in sackcloth and mourning.
“Why are you not sad when your mother died? Why did you bury your mother alive in that city? Why did you never let me call you…”
“Not all questions have answers.” The young man with a youthful face, but his eyes are particularly vicissitudes. He seems to be constantly tampering with the fate of himself and others, and he has paid a heavy price for this: “Every city is It is a tomb, thirteen people are buried under the thirteen blood cities, and now the last blood city is built on the gate of life, and the dead end of fate has been broken. This time, I will help all the creatures in this world to complete the usurpation. life.”
The sign with the characters “Shen Sha” swayed around his waist, and after the young man and the boy had left for a long time, the terrifying and violent God’s will and wisps of unspeakable aura penetrated into the tunnel.
The thirteen blood cities represent thirteen roads, thirteen completely different ways of getting along with humans and ghosts. They used to maintain a delicate balance, but now the balance is broken by twin blooming flowers. The past world appeared.
(Hungry Ghost Festival, commonly known as July and a half. Its birth can be traced back to the worship of ancestor spirits and related sacrifices in ancient times.)