Copper Coins Ask Ghosts

Name: Copper Coins Ask Ghosts
Author: Farewell 33

by Farewell 33

ongoing Suspense and Supernatural Weird and Mysterious Male Lead

Length:

38Kwords38chapters

Latest:

Ch. 40 — Campus Ghosts 3

Activity:

Updated 9d agoScraped 6d ago

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About This Novel

My name is Lin Yi, an ordinary college student, until my grandfather suddenly passed away and left me a copper coin sword, a book "Yi Qing Jue", and a "haunted house" ancestral house. I thought this was just an old man's obsession. It wasn't until I stepped into a murderous building in the suburbs to earn tuition and witnessed the bloody truth and lingering ghosts with my own eyes that I was forced to admit: the ghosts and monsters in those books were all real. I thought I could make some "quick money" by relying on my cleverness and ancestral magic weapons, but accidentally stepped into the "Baiyun Temple", a Taoist temple in the mountains. There is no immortal spirit here, only strange blood candles, unknown monsters knocking on the door at night, and a cruel "screening" using the students' lives. My companions and I struggled in a desperate situation, uncovering the bloody evil deeds and betrayals buried in the Taoist temple for decades. In the end, we fought to the death amidst the flames and calculations, and survived with difficulty. However, once the supernatural world is opened, it is difficult to close. After returning to school, I heard that many elderly women in my roommate's hometown were pregnant together in a strange way. Their faces were pale and their bellies were bloated. All clues point to the "ghost giving birth" in folklore. As the only person who knows the inside story and holds the magical artifacts and ancient books, I cannot sit idly by and ignore it. The copper coin sword was unsheathed again, but what it faced was no longer a lonely ghost, but a red oil paper umbrella, a deep mountain cold pool, and a huge evil situation that shrouded the village and whose purpose was a mystery. From passive involvement to active responsibility, from ignorant student to sword-wielder. This road is full of blood and mystery, and I know that by holding onto my grandfather's copper coin sword, my "practice" has just begun.