My name is Chen Yang, the last generation of tomb-keepers in Changbai Mountain.
The iron rule of our ancestors: don't go into the mist, don't look at the cold river, and never touch the red coffin at the bottom of the river.
After a nine-day rainstorm that destroyed the world, the river bank collapsed, and a thousand-year-old blood-red ancient coffin surfaced. Black evil seeped into the coffin, and the vegetation withered.
That night hundreds of beasts knelt on the mountain, and yellow-skinned children climbed all over the courtyard wall to mourn.
I was born with the blood of a guardian dragon. The bronze token in my arms spontaneously ignited and became hot, and my chest was like a burning fire burning my bones.
A thousand-year-old female voice sounded close to my ear: Husband, I am trapped in a coffin, waiting for your thousand-year marriage.
A black-robed weirdo is chasing people deep into the mountains, the Five Immortals from the Northeast block the road and demand their lives, and twelve layers of dragon-veined tombs appear one after another.
Only then did I realize that the Chen family had guarded the mausoleum for generations, not the coffin at all.
Since the beginning of the millennium, I have been locked in an eternal ghost marriage with the female corpse in the red coffin.
