As the last son of a family that guards tombs, I was forced by the clan elders to get married to a centuries-old locust coffin tablet. On the wedding night, blood oozed from the memorial tablet, and a strange woman was reflected in the mirror - she complained with tears: the carved pattern on the coffin had the same origin as her wedding dress, and what was buried was not a dead soul, but her who was sacrificed alive a hundred years ago! Uncovering the truth about living sacrifice became my only way to survive
