A corpse transformation can cost you your life! A bizarre coffin-carrying job leaves Grandpa Jin dead in the wilderness and drags me, Chu Xuan, into an unfathomable whirlpool.
The zombie Hong Kun vanishes without a trace, Daoist Shouji avoids my gaze, and the incense in the ancestral master’s censer breaks into two short pieces and one long one. The Liu family’s vengeful ghost has yet to settle its grudge, while the butcher’s pigs and innocent villagers are drained into desiccated corpses one after another, their deaths horrifying.
The compass spins wildly, and copper coins lead the way. I fight desperately against the bloodsucking monster in the black robe. My peachwood sword finally pierces its heart, and I think it’s all over.
But the real horror has only just begun. The green-haired Corpse King in a Tang dynasty tomb, a forbidden art lost by Maoshan for a century, the bloodline curse left behind by a traitorous ancestral master... This is far more than a mere walking corpse.
This is a shocking murder plot woven over the course of centuries. And I have long been a lamb waiting to be slaughtered within it.
Looks good, come on!