In the ninth year of the Republic of China, a strange pawn ticket from Qixing Pawnshop in Liulichang completely tore Situ Jing's peaceful life apart.
On the sheepskin pawn ticket, my grandfather's pawned "ears" oozed blood, the bronze chime chimed for no reason, and the thirty-six pottery urns covered with yellow symbols in the cellar of the pawn shop were silent accusations of the blood debt of the Situ family spanning thirty years.
In order to undo the curse in his blood, Situ Jing, a student from Yanjing, was forced to embark on a dangerous path. In Pingshan Mountain in western Hunan, gongs sound to soothe souls in the tomb of the thousand-year-old corpse king; in the desert of Dunhuang, the Situ people in the murals of the Tibetan Scripture Cave actually opened their eyes in the rain of blood; in the Changbai Snow Mountain, the Japanese laboratory frozen under the ice came from the Morse code that spanned time and space...
The bronze hexagram money leads the way, and the death incantation devours the soul.
Situ Jing gradually discovers that the so-called "tomb robbing" is just a thousand-year chess game set up by Qixing Pawnshop - from human sacrifices in the Western Zhou Dynasty to Japanese cloning experiments, the Situ people have been "living sacrifices" for King Shibi's resurrection for generations.
When the night of nine stars descends, the bronze sacred tree penetrates the sky and the earth, and the seven-star pawn shop on the dragon vein node lights up with blood at the same time.
Hanging coffins in Peiping move automatically without wind, bronze corpses climb out of the New York subway, and dragon roars are heard from the center of Sanxingdui.
Situ Jing stood in front of the rift in time and space. In his left hand was the contract silk engraved with the dead souls of the Manchu people, and in his right hand was the dragon-suppressing seal that could end reincarnation.
This time, he is the tombkeeper who breaks the three-thousand-year curse——
Or is it King Sibi's last perfect vessel?
