Before he died, my grandfather gave me a bronze talisman, held my hand tightly and said, "Luo'er, please don't go down to Qingwu Lake."
I didn't listen.
For 30,000 yuan, I dug up my grandfather's grave. There was no coffin under the grave, only a bottomless shaft. The moment I fell into the well, I realized that Qingwu Pool was not a pool, but a gate between the living and the land of the dead.
At the bottom of the well there is a mummy holding jade, a stone door written in blood, and a snake-shaped monster with golden vertical pupils in the octagonal well. Iron-toothed fortune teller Liu said that he fished my grandfather's life out of the pond. When the red wedding dress was chasing me, the copper bell rang, and my soul was almost taken away.
Qing Ling told me that the bronze talisman in my hand is called "Qingwu Ling", and she is the last head of Qingwu Division.
Three hundred years have passed, and the holder of the order has entered the Nine Abyss. Under the Nine Abyss, eternity has been like a long night.
Behind him were countless pairs of golden eyes that slowly lit up, and in front of him was the door that shouldn't be opened. Qing Ling gave me a choice: take a step back and return to the provincial capital to continue repairing computers; if I take a step further, I will be doomed.
I clutched the bronze talisman tightly and took the first step.
——Some doors cannot be closed if you want to.
