When Lin Han saw the ancient bronze coffin in his dream for the third time, the blood spell suddenly lost control.
The blood all over his body boiled and rushed into his eyes. Through the ruins of the wall, he saw the truth of the night when the whole family was destroyed twenty years ago——
His father knelt on the ground and stuffed half of the Corpse King's Token into his arms: "Han'er, you are the reincarnation of the Corpse King, and the blood spell is the lock to suppress your soul..."
"Fart!" The medicine bowl of the hanging coffin doctor was smashed at his feet. "You think the King of Corpses is a wild dog on the roadside? The only ones whose souls can be locked by the blood curse are dying trash!" But the ghost messenger came to the door with the book of life and death. The life span column of the word "Lin Han" on it was written "Thousand Years".
On the day when the tide of corpses spread across Kyushu, Lin Han stood on the highest tower and crushed the last half of the Corpse King Token.
He looked at the zombie kings kneeling together at his feet, and the blood spell condensed into a bloody crown behind him: "I will avenge the death of the family; I can take the seat of the zombie king..."
