A new author with a new book. Who knows when it might go off the rails, so enjoy it while you can.
The fire crackled, its glow falling across a dark red crack on an ancient peachwood sword, a mark that would never fade. “Grandpa, is that blood?” Eight-year-old A Zhi’s childish voice dragged the old Daoist Qing Xuan back to the blood-soaked nightmare of Yongning Village.
That year, the village’s richest man forced a ghost marriage for his young son, who had died too soon. A drowned heiress, dressed in a glaring red wedding gown, was nailed into a blood cypress coffin steeped in a century of yin energy. Seven soul-severing nails, made from the branches of the same tree, sealed her fate and shut off reincarnation! Her towering resentment brewed into a blood curse that wiped out the entire village. On the seventh night after her death, foul blood seeped from the coffin, and anyone who touched it turned into a walking corpse and dug up graves!
Qing Xuan entered the fray with his sword, only to find every talisman useless. There was just one slim chance of survival: perform a ritual during a thunderstorm and use his own body to draw down the thunder of the Nine Heavens to destroy the evil! But the Heavenly Dao was fearsome, and the danger beyond measure. When the lightning struck, the first to be reduced to ashes would surely be the man raising his sword to the sky, drawing the thunder!
The sword’s blood-red crack was like blood and tears. It held the fury of thunder and the venom of resentment, and was steeped in the blazing mark of a Daoist who risked his life in the fight.
