The Nine-Yin Burial Coffin

To save my life, my dying grandfather poured everything he had into laying the Nine Yin Coffin, a burial chamber meant to evade Heaven.

The day I returned home, the outskirts of the Dabie Mountains were filled with ill omens: red and white collided, and a hundred ghosts roamed the night!

From that day on, I became the ninety-fifth-generation heir to the Yin-walking tradition. I learned the earth’s veins, understood the heavens, and mastered the art of divination!

And “she” has followed me like a shadow ever since, becoming an indelible mark in my entanglement with life and death…