On the first seven nights of my master's life, my copper coin sword suddenly split into nine pieces.
Before he died, he said: "If the sword is split by nine inches, the 'one' who has suppressed it for three hundred years is about to come out."
The Taoist temple has only guarded a dry well for generations, and something that cannot even be named is locked at the bottom of the well.
I touched the well rope with trembling hands, but I fished out a modern female corpse——
In her pocket were my birth date and a marriage certificate between us.
What's even more terrifying is that the face of the corpse is exactly the same as the portrait of the evil god suppressed by the Patriarch three hundred years ago...
