In the third year of Shaoding (AD 1230), in the Southern Song Dynasty, Jianning Prefecture was established.
The night is as dark as ink, the sky is filled with dark clouds, and there seems to be thunder hidden in the depths. In the Yi Zhuang behind the Yamen of Jianning Mansion, a lone lamp swayed in the wind, reflecting several parked corpses. At this moment, there was silence in the morgue, except for the raindrops dripping from the eaves, like the sound of time slowly flowing.
Suddenly——
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the door of Yizhuang was blown open by the wind, a gloomy wind poured in, and the lights suddenly swayed. A government official looked around, and cold sweat instantly ran down his back and covered his whole body——
In the center of the morgue, the female corpse that had just been encoffined actually opened its eyes!
——
"Song Tixing, sir, the corpse, the corpse is a fake corpse!"
In the yamen hall of Jianning Mansion, several yamen servants turned pale and knelt on the ground, trembling. Behind the desk, a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue official uniform put down the file in his hand and looked up at them.
