I Caused the Deaths of Seven People, Yet They Say I'm the Killer

The night Yu Lin buried seven coffins, the moonlight split into threads of blood. The villagers raised their torches and called him a murderer, but he knew the dead weren’t human. They were seven lingering souls sealed inside the ancient shrine. Lu Jinyao arrived, treading on burial shrouds, her fingertips stained with cinnabar from another age. “You’re not the murderer. You’re the last guardian of the coffins.” Whispers from within the coffins curled around his ears, corpse spots bloomed into spider lilies, and Yu Lin’s shadow was slowly being devoured by the seven bodies. Lu Jinyao’s blade could not shatter fate, but it could cleave the chains of reincarnation.