Before he died, my grandfather warned me not to touch our family's heirloom, the Dragon-Shaking Classic. But in the end, I secretly studied it anyway.
On my first tomb raid, I ran into a blood corpse. In a desperate moment, I recited the forbidden spirit-summoning spell from the book.
The blood corpse dropped to its knees, its pupils turning pale gold. It asked me, “Young one, why have you summoned me?”
From then on, I was possessed by an ancient being, with only three days left to live.
My only way to survive is to find the legendary “vessel” or send it back to the place where it sleeps.
But the thousand-year-old seal beneath the dry well at my ancestral home, the sinister feng shui masters watching me like hawks, and the shocking secret left behind by the Lin family ancestors... all made me realize that what I had summoned was no savior. It was the fuse to a vast conspiracy.
Summoning a spirit is easy. Sending it away is another matter.
