My name is Lin Zhan, and I opened a small Lin family lamp shop in Wuxi Town, Jiangnan. The craftsmanship of making soul-inducing lamps has been passed down from my ancestors. On the surface, I put lamps on people, but behind the scenes, I do the work of exorcising evil spirits, placing them in homes, and luring souls back to their places.
There is an iron rule from our ancestors: if the Lin family is passed down from generation to generation, it will not survive until the age of twenty-four.
When I was twenty years old, four years before my death, strange things suddenly happened in Wuxi Town - an old lady who had been dead for seven days sat on her coffin with a lamp in her arms in the middle of the night; a boat that had been sunk in the river for more than ten years floated on the water every night carrying a boatload of paper lanterns; the clients who came to me to put up lanterns all died at home the next day, holding the lamps I made, and the lamp oil turned into blood.
Until that day, a woman with a patrol card came to my door, threw me half a human bone with a lamp pattern on it, and told me:
"The seal of the first one of the Lin family's seven Zhenchuan bone lamps is broken. It's a waste of time and the river opens, and thousands of souls are released. You can either come with me to strengthen the seal, or you can wait to be eaten away by evil things like those customers."
Oh, my ancestor was not a lantern maker, but made a lantern with his own bones and locked away the source of evil that would destroy the world for seven hundred years?
Also, that old woman with a ghostly lantern who has lived for seven hundred years is chasing me every day, trying to dig out my natural lamp bones to refine the lantern?
The fat man next to him, who was raking antiques, shouted "Master Deng, this weapon is worth a lot of money" every day, and when he turned around, he was chased by a fierce ghost and called him daddy.
Okay, it can't be done if it's messed up.
The bone lamp in the left hand is bright, and the bone lamp in the palm is burning.
I, Lin Zhan, not only want to live beyond the age of twenty-four, but I also want to clean up all the mess of these seven hundred years!
Seven bone lanterns suppress vain death, and one lantern bone regulates yin and yang!
