Holding half of the blood-stained ancestral dragon-seeking tablet, Lin Jiu traveled through the murderous tombs of nine provinces, just to find his master who disappeared in the blood coffin tomb in Qinling Mountains ten years ago, but he didn't know that he had become a living sacrifice for the evil beings in the ancient tomb.
In the Blood Moon Tomb in western Hunan, the cracks in the coffin are covered with rotting silk. The corpses of the buried children open their eyes and chase after their souls. There are always one more pair of footprints in the tomb passage; in the Hanging Coffin Ridge in southern Yunnan, there are always women crying when the hanging rope is swaying. The moment the coffin is opened, the corpse will follow the path of Luoyang The lines of the shovel wrap around the wrists, and nails dig into the bones to kill; in the Ice Jade Mausoleum in the northern Xinjiang, thousands of years of ice corpses have living jade in their mouths, and the skin and flesh of those who touch it stand up. There are hundreds of upright living corpses hidden under the ice. Every time you take a step, you can hear the crisp sound of nails scratching the ice under your feet.
When the rooster crows and the lantern is extinguished, he prefers to touch gold. The cinnabar talisman paper cannot calm the resentment in the coffin. The peach wood sword cannot split the reincarnation in the tomb. Those vicious tombs that were dug up not only contained thousand-year-old secret treasures, but also hidden man-eating ghosts, life-eating curses, and the truth behind the master's disappearance—he had long since become the tomb-keeper of the blood coffin, and Lin Jiu was just the next sacrifice chosen by Yin Tu.
Once the door of the tomb is opened, life and death are determined by ghosts. He holds a rhinoceros horn lantern and walks in the tomb passage like a tomb. Behind him are endless ghosts and in front of him is doomed. Only by fighting to the end can he scratch his name from the meal list of the Lord of Hell!
