On the outskirts of Changchun, nine red coffins were dug out of an abandoned Japanese military biochemical warehouse. At the moment the coffin was opened, of the seven people present, six went crazy and one died - the one who died was my master.
Before he died, he grabbed my shoulder and said: "Remember, never touch the Kwantung Army's work, the people buried there are not human beings..."
I thought this was a crazy statement until I dug out a copy of "The 731st Unit of the Kwantung Army: Supernatural Experiment Minutes" among my master's belongings. It turned out that they were not only engaging in germ warfare, but also conducting "another kind of experiment" using the Chuma Immortals, shamans, and Taoist preachers from the Northeast.
What's even more bizarre is that on the seventh day after Master's death, his body sat up on its own and said three words to me:
"Pick up my class."
From then on, I took a disciple of a Northeastern girl who spoke like a naughty joke, and a flower monk who chanted "Amitabha, my benefactor, your seal is black" every day, and began to hunt ghosts, fight magic, and deal with all kinds of evil spirits on the streets of Changchun.
Until one day, we received a job - to go to the bottom of Jingyue Lake to find a red coffin.
Reader comments
It's still pretty wow, very good.
Plain talk, without too much pretense. Simple and easy to understand
It's still pretty wow, very good.
Plain talk, without too much pretense. Simple and easy to understand