The Pitch Black Moon Disc cast an eerie dark glow over the decaying, withered mountain village, spreading precise yet mysterious Black Totems across the land.
At the edge of the dark clouds, stars peeked out in secret. Drizzling rain, wrapped in the cold wind, washed over seven wooden gravestones again and again, and slapped against Hou Guisheng's weathered face, tormented for ten years.
Lin Xiaojuan, Zhai Hui, Ping Jun, Su Tiancheng, Wang Ming, Jiang Shengyun, Song Xian.
Raindrops flowed down the seven names carved by knife. Hou Guisheng stared at them for a long while before slowly raising his gaze to the Pitch Black Moon Disc in the sky and making the promise he had made all those years ago:
"In this life, I, Hou Guisheng, will make this ghost pay the price it deserves and give you all an explanation."
Lightning blossomed across the sky, striking directly over the center of the black moon and seemingly splitting it in two. At the same time, it divided the face of the man making that vow into light and shadow.
"Ah!!!"
Hou Guisheng's soul suddenly returned to his body. The middle-aged woman's scream beside his ear carried an incomparably terrifying presence, instantly blowing his left hand to pieces and making blood spurt continuously from both ears.
"Bzzzz!"
A hum, an unceasing hum, until the world spun around him.
Before Hou Guisheng could even feel the pain of losing his arm, both ears had fallen into a terrifying storm of distorted noise. Other than that scream that pierced his soul, he could no longer hear anything else.
At that moment, Ruru's Mother's eyes had been completely filled with black asphalt. Vast black tears rapidly split downward from them, making her look like a melting clay figurine about to be entirely turned