In the bloody dusk, Chen Feng's intestines spilled onto the bank floor. With a flick of the judge's pen in front of the King of Hell's Hall, he became the head instructor of the night patrol of Fengdu City. Amid the howling and biting of hundreds of ghosts, bronze chains entangled twelve skulls—those thousand-year-old evil spirits he had suppressed. A floating corpse smirked at him from beneath the Naihe Bridge, while a human-faced centipede bubbled up in Meng Po's cauldron. When the seventh red circle appeared in the Book of Life and Death, he realized with a start that this battle to defend the underworld was merely a blood-stained pawn on the chessboard of the Three Realms.