Mysterious Qingwu: Tianjizi's Blood Talisman

When the Tianji Blood Talisman burned my palms, I was pulling open the buttons of Zhao Qingwu's cheongsam The Pisces jade pendant excavated by the archaeological team burst into blood in my hands, and the same fish-shaped birthmark appeared on the neck of the seventh generation descendant of Qingwu Villa. When the Big Dipper pattern was burned into her collarbone, the memory fragments tore her skull - it was this jade pendant that her mother sank into the ancient well twenty years ago. A psychic in the Sky-Peeping Realm will not live past thirty. The bronze mirror of the Zhao family ancestral hall reflected the fine lines that suddenly appeared at the end of her eyes, while the blood beads seeping from the jade pendant condensed into ice blades when she manipulated the Jiuxiao Spirit Pivot. The secret report sent by the hidden stake was soaked in the smell of corpses: the curse of seven days of death, the soul-eating nail array was dormant at the bottom of the locust wood box in the family's forbidden area. And my right hand was uncontrollably tracing the talisman on her back. The moment the palm prints connected with the bronze compass, the seven hundred hanging coffins resonated like thunder on Broken Dragon Cliff. At midnight tonight, the blood moon will swallow up the lifeblood of the last psychic family. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.