Tang Ye Corpse Language

The scalpel was still stained with formalin, and when I opened my eyes, I became a descendant of the tomb keeper. The bronze mirror reflects the gray face of the Corpse King, and the putrid smell of Luoyang's mass graves penetrates into the nostrils - Xuanjia will feed the poison with corpse blood, and the evil spirit of Wu Zhou's ancient tomb is seeping out along the cracks in the bricks. The "Diary of the Mausoleum Shou" in my arms reads: "Doctors can dissect corpses, and they can also destroy evil spirits." As a top student in the Department of Western Medicine, I used my knowledge of anatomy to identify the lines of corpse poison, and relied on pharmacological analysis to decipher the bone-penetrating poisonous powder, but I fell into the hands of the girl in blue. The sound of her bamboo flute can tame hundreds of poisons, the powder of silver-leaf grass can transform evil spirits, and the concoction on her fingertips mixed with my talisman light has become the only killer move to restrain the Corpse King. "The two branches of the medicine talisman are meant to live and die together." When she handed over the fog-avoiding pill, the gauze curtain of her hat swayed slightly. But when I turned around, I saw Wu Zhou's pseudo-relict minister holding a cauldron and summoning the corpse. The leader of the Xuanjia Society was hiding in the dark and sneered. Even the swords of my allies were pressed against my lower back. When the evil spirit corrodes the bones, should we rely on the talisman to protect the body or the scalpel to break the situation? Why does the truth about time travel in the bronze mirror vaguely echo the silver-leaf grass hanging from her flute? When the lid of the corpse king's coffin suddenly opened, I was shocked to realize: the night in Chang'an has never meant that humans and ghosts have different paths, but that human hearts are more poisonous than worms, and friendship is stronger than talismans.