A beauty is the bait, and your closest kin are the knives. Every desperate trial is a life-or-death lesson laid by those dearest to you.
My name is Shisan. When I fell in love with a livestreaming host, my life became a “live game” meticulously woven by the Eight Gates of the Thousand Doors.
The theft of the Warring States chime bells, a con involving my grandfather’s keepsakes, and a staged death by jumping into the river to escape: every step was part of a scheme. Then I dug open my grandfather’s tomb myself and found an empty coffin and a blood-soaked scroll of burial scriptures.
Uncle Jiuyi said, “Your grandfather isn’t dead. He’s ‘returned to childhood.’”
To find the truth, I embarked on five deadly trials:
Deep within the Thirteen Kings’ Tombs at Yinxu, I watched my rejuvenated grandfather tear into a blood corpse. In a bronze square lantern, a writhing “immortal embryo” let out the cry of a baby. It turned out that my grandfather had faked his death twenty years ago to raise me as a “living coffin” to suppress evil spirits.
When the lantern’s embryo pressed against my neck, I finally laughed. “Grandpa, you taught me that when choosing someone to lie in a coffin, it should be the person closest to you.”
