Reborn on the eve of the virus outbreak, Lin Wan smiles as she looks at the bloodsucking ancestral jade bangle. In her previous life, her family carved her flesh and drained her blood to steal it, never realizing the truth: the space inside could only be opened by sacrificing a living person.
While others fight over instant noodles amid the zombies, she grows ginseng and raises dairy cows in the blood-jade space. While survivors battle over half a bottle of antibiotics, her mobile supermarket rolls up to the entrance of a bomb shelter: “One pound of gold for two packs of sanitary pads. No bargaining.”
Then golden markings appear on her younger sister’s neck, and a military helicopter crashes through the shelter’s ceiling. The madmen in protective suits brandish a genetic map and laugh hysterically. “The Lin family’s daughter is the ultimate antibody!”
Black blood seeps from the oracle-bone script on a bronze cauldron. Memories from twenty-seven cycles of reincarnation suddenly return. The so-called family heirloom is nothing but a cage built by her ancestors to seal an evil creature. This time, she presses her Tang sword against the crack in the jade bangle. “Either bite through my enemy’s throat for me, or I’ll smash you and feed you to the zombies.”
