The third time Lin Han saw that ancient bronze coffin in his dreams, his blood-curse art suddenly went out of control.
The blood in his body surged into his eyes, and through the ruined walls, he saw the truth of the massacre that had destroyed his family twenty years ago.
His father knelt on the ground and pressed half of the Corpse King Token into his arms. “Han’er, you are the reincarnation of the Corpse King. The blood-curse art is a lock that suppresses your soul...”
“Bullshit!” The coffin-dwelling doctor girl smashed a medicine bowl at his feet. “Do you think the Corpse King is some stray dog by the roadside? The only people whose souls can be bound by a blood curse are useless wretches on the brink of death!” But when a ghost messenger came to his door with the Book of Life and Death, the lifespan written beside the name “Lin Han” was astonishingly listed as “a thousand years.”
The day the zombie horde swept across the Nine Provinces, Lin Han stood atop the tallest city tower and crushed the last half of the Corpse King Token.
Looking down at the Zombie Kings kneeling in rows, he watched his blood-curse art condense into a crimson crown behind him. “I’ll avenge my family. And this seat as Corpse King... I’ve earned it.”
