Eight gates, Jianghu craftsmen, 360 lines of work can not escape the variety.
National martial arts, the art of killing, is not judged by the arena, but only by life and death.
Fishing for ghosts, making money from dead people, or using dead people's energy to kill people.
I am not Mr. Tan's grandson, but Mr. Tan took me out of the coffin and raised me. I call him grandpa and follow his surname. My name is Tan Yidao.
The third master said that I don't have my name in the Palace of Hell, so I have learned how to fish for ghosts since I was a child.
On March 3rd, Mr. Tan entered the city and I received the news of his death at school. Mr. Tan's body was tampered with, filled with mercury and sealed with wax.
In order to avenge Mr. Tan, I dropped out of school and went to the city to open a coffin shop.
Within a year, I only made one business, but because of this, I was led into the Seven-layered Coffin Curse that was full of mystery.
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This is a suspenseful reasoning story that tests logic very much.
I passed by, please write a review [crying]
This is a suspenseful reasoning story that tests logic very much.