The night when Yu Lin buried seven coffins, the moonlight cracked into blood. The villagers held up torches and called him the murderer, but he knew that the person who died was not a human being—it was the seven remaining souls sealed in the ancient temple. Lu Jin came from afar, stepping on the corpse clothes, with cinnabar that did not belong to this era on his fingertips, and said: "You are not the murderer, you are the last coffin keeper." The whispers in the coffin wrapped around the ears, the corpse spots bloomed with flowers of the other side, and Yu Lin's shadow was being swallowed up by the seven corpses little by little. Lu Jinyao's knife cannot cut fate, but it can split the chains of reincarnation.
