In a village forgotten by God and scorched by a once-in-a-century drought, desperation breeds madness. When Liu Er, a local scoundrel with no conscience, captures and brutally slaughters a begging weasel for soup, he unknowingly ignites a blood feud with the "Yellow Immortals"—ancient, vengeful demon-deities of the mountains. One by one, those who entered the forest are hunted. Families are torn asunder, and the scent of iron-rich blood replaces the smell of rain. As Liu Er awaits his inevitable, gruesome end, a mysterious, lethargic stranger named Huang Bantian collapses at his doorstep. In a desperate, last-ditch effort to earn "karmic points," Liu Er shares his final bowl of soup with the traveler. But Huang Bantian is no ordinary drifter. With a thunderous snore and a casual flick of a tail, the stranger might be the only thing standing between the village and a supernatural massacre. In this world of ancient taboos and modern trafficking rings, luck isn't just a blessing—it's a weapon of infinite extension.