Netherworld Blood Pact: Twin Gu

“The day my sister was made into a gu, I finally learned that the ‘me’ in all thirty-six ice coffins were offerings.” “Does it hurt?” The prisoner atop the snowy mountain bit through her earlobe. The black iron chain at his collarbone tore away a piece of flesh. “Every drop of your blood keeps my gu alive.” Xiao Chenyuan, the young Lord of Fate, was pierced through the shoulder blades by iron chains. A gu infant that gnawed at his heart was raised inside the ice lotus in his chest, and Luo Yang’s blood was the only thing that could quiet the gu. At the Blood Moon Ceremony, eggs bearing human faces rose from the bronze cauldron. As Luo Yang drove her silver hairpin into his throat, the rows of ice coffins suddenly opened their eyes. Every corpse that looked just like her had a bronze spike engraved with the character “Xiao” driven through its throat. “Twin gu share life and death. The pact with the underworld demands a blood relative as a sacrifice.” He gripped her bloodied hand and pressed it against the ice lotus in his chest. “Luo Yang, what do you think the royal court has left us as a way out: a marriage contract or a coffin?” When the mute servants of the snowy mountain rang bells made of human bone and lava flooded into the bronze altar, the moment three thousand hanging coffins turned into gu butterflies, she finally made out the blood curse on the bottom of the ice coffin: “Those who share a coffin: one lives, one dies; one gu, one pact. May they be damned to Wuxian forever.”