About this Game
Which pair of unlucky mandarin ducks fell into the eerie hot pot trap this time? During the Hungry Ghost Festival, living people eat red pots and dead people eat white pots. Don’t make the wrong mistake!
"Yin Yang Guo 3 Yin Yuan Qian" is the third masterpiece of the Yin Yang Guo series! We will continue to integrate Sichuan and Chongqing characteristic culture and local dialect dubbing to bring authentic regional customs. The story still revolves around hot pot, with not only the mysterious addition of new characters, but also the surprise return of old friends from the previous game to continue their unfinished relationship.
The annual Ghost Festival is here as scheduled, and the legend of Yin-Yang Pot is still spread among the people. Living people eat red pots, and dead people eat white pots. Some people eat Yin-Yang Pot to see the "people" they miss in their hearts, and there are " People "eat the yin and yang pot" just to seize others.
The old alley is deep and dark, with the underworld fire burning slightly and the red and white soup rolling and foggy.
The red thread gently pulls, the fate between man and ghost, but between the two realms of life and death.
The solitary lamp in the old house flickers, the mournful voice complains, and the ghostly soul weeps without sleeping.
Asking for fortune-telling, it is difficult to continue love, and it is difficult to reconcile the misty fate.
Every time during the Hungry Ghost Festival, the weird Yin Yang hot pot will reappear in the world. Whenever someone accidentally eats the Yin Yang Pot, a couple will suffer bizarre persecution. Which pair of unlucky mandarin ducks will fall into the trap of the yin and yang pot this time? How will the gears of fate turn? Who can survive this eerie hot pot trap and find true love?
A late-night hot pot banquet was supposed to lead to a beautiful marriage, but unexpectedly it created a "bad relationship" with many twists and turns.
The red and white soup is rolling and the mist is lingering, like a blurred dream. When the person you see is not who you are, and the things you do are not who you are, in the dark old alley, the underworld fire is slightly burning, and in the mottled old house, there is a sad sound like weeping.
Can we clear away the layers of fog, see through the many conspiracies, and get out of this confusing and gloomy quagmire?
