
Yinque's Destiny Contract
by Fu Jin
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When the youngest mirror-wielding Taoist priest in Qingyang Temple pointed his sword at the silver-eyed zombie's throat, he saw the Taoist robe from his previous life soaked in a pool of blood from the other's heart. In the third year of the Republic of China, nine hanging coffins were swollen by mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Tang Ming was ordered to investigate the case of a missing child, but he encountered a thousand-year-old Taoist corpse that should have been extinct in Yizhuang, a place where poisonous insects were rampant. The man's silver eyes reflected the moonlight from six hundred years ago, and amid the ringing of the ringing bell, the corpse-suppressing talisman drawn by him was branded on the other person's collarbone - exactly the same as the cinnabar curse mark on his heart. Deep in the Qingyangguan Underground Palace, the Nine Sons Blood Formation is refining the child's corpse into a key. The moment the bronze wall peeled off, Tang Ming saw his master holding the soul-locking nail made from his own spine, and the dragon energy surging in Sang Zhiren's silver eyes was resonating with the suppressed emperor's corpse in the dragon-locking tomb. The evil spirit that should be exterminated most became an old wound in his heart that has not yet healed. The right path that should be guarded the most is a lie soaked in the blood of child corpses. When the mirror of heaven and earth reflected the scene of Sang Zhiren kneeling in the rainstorm to save his life in his previous life, Tang Ming finally understood: In this six-hundred-year-old game, only the thread of life and death entangled in the same life contract can be used to cut through the rotten dragon veins under the Taoist robe.
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