Jiuyin Burial Coffin

In order to save my life, my dying grandfather tried his best to build a nine-yin coffin. On the day I returned home, the remaining veins of the Dabie Mountains were full of red and white, and all kinds of strange things were going on at night! Since that day, I have become the ninety-fifth generation descendant of the Yin Master. I know the earth's veins, understand the civilization, and cut off the control method! But "she" has always been with me, and in the entanglement of life and death, she has become an indelible mark on me...