I am Chen Jiusheng, the last Feng Shui master in Lingnan.
The left eye is open to the yin, and I can see the dead entangled with the living.
Before his death, my grandfather warned: If you go to Wusang Mountain in the southwest, you will die.
But for the million-dollar house fee, I still stepped into that century-old house.
Workers strangled themselves to death, their hands crawled with blood from dry wells, and ghosts cried in the middle of the night.
I thought it was just to destroy the house.
But it was discovered that the dragon veins in the coffin were pressed under the ground.
The portrait in the main room shows the dark eyes of my ancestors of the Chen family.
It turns out this is not a haunted house.
It is a human burial prepared for me, Chen Jiusheng.
Three generations of curses, one death.
Tonight, the blood coffin is opened and the Yin soldiers arrive,
I can either break the situation and transform into a dragon, or I will be buried forever!
