Before he died, Grandpa strangled the black dog our family had raised for ten years with his own hands. He told me, “Some tombs aren’t meant for the living to enter.”
He left me a yellowed journal, half of a bloodstained ancient bronze jade, and a deadly predicament that had endured for three generations.
Phantom soldiers on the march, blood corpses guarding tombs, ancient formations that trap souls...
I’d hoped to live a quiet life, but I never imagined that every step I took would retrace Grandpa’s path to the underworld.
When the tomb doors slowly opened, I finally realized that gold and silver weren’t the only things buried beneath the earth. The truth about the mystic arts had been erased, too.
I’m Su Dandan, the last guardian of the earth’s ley lines in this world.
