On a rainy night in Xiaoyang Village, my soul was eaten by a century-old ghost.
>Ling Yunzi broke in through the window, and after nailing the old ghost to death with his copper coin sword, he stared at the cinnabar mark between my eyebrows and smiled.
>"Innate spirit body? Follow me back to Maoshan."
>For ten years, I studied and played games during the day, and hunted and slain demons with him at night.
>He always said that robbing tombs would damage one's moral character, but he didn't know that the "Gold Dividing Acupuncture Technique" at the foot of the bed had been dropped by me a long time ago.
>Until he received a mysterious call: "The bronze coffin has moved, come quickly!"
>I followed him into the ancient tomb, and the compass had just positioned the coffin.
>Master's cold voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "Evil disciple, who allowed you to secretly learn Colonel Jin's skills?
