The Cases of Dayong

In the third year of Yong'an, autumn. The fog in Black Wind Village could swallow a man. At midnight, ghostly wails tore through the silence, and the villagers died in bizarre ways—some hanging from old locust trees with half a pair of red embroidered shoes beneath their feet, others sinking in mountain streams with a string of bloodstained copper coins clutched in their hands. Rumors said it was the female ghost from the graveyard on the back hill crawling out to claim lives! No system, no cultivation—only three people, each with their own unique skills, forging a path of crime-solving through the realm of human hearts and ghostly deceptions.