The spokesperson sect leader brightly decorates for a wedding, the bride's veil is not yet removed, she dies of breath exhaustion, holding a piece of broken jade in her hand. The spokesperson sect leader's son Shen Moyan is forced to sit on the grand master chair, surrounded entirely by useless people: the amnesiac female assassin squatting on the windowsill eating melon seeds Nala Gege, the drunken constable full of drunken talk Lao Zheng, the liar storyteller full of running trains Liu Sanbian, the sharp-tongued medicine cabinet opening to choke people to death Fuling, the former executioner whole day dismantling dead people's thresholds Zhao Tiemian, the tavern keeper Ling Qi is unfathomably deep, designing layers of mazes. A bridal room murder case pulls out the extermination event of the Zhen family's six mouths twelve years ago, fog is heavy and layered, clues are continuous.