The Night I Was Buried in a Yin Coffin, I Heard Myself Crying

Chu Yan broke into a cursed place at night to bury an unmarked yin coffin, but as the lid closed, he heard something: himself, crying. The voice was hoarse, as if a soul were being torn apart, and every word was a farewell from the past life he'd forgotten. Lu Zhuo, the red-robed coffin keeper, smiled with blood on his fingertips and said, “The one you're burying isn't a coffin. It's yourself.” Yin energy spread, the ghost market awoke, and karma wound around them. With every step Chu Yan took, he lost another piece of his memory, while Lu Zhuo's smile grew more and more like the face in his dreams. This coffin was a grave, a mirror, and a prison of reincarnation they would enter together.