Shaman Boy Guarding the Mausoleum

My name is Shen Yan, the most despicable witch boy guarding the mausoleum in Cangwu Mountain. The white-clothed resentful spirit bit me on the neck, leaving a snake-shaped black line. She said, I have forty-nine days left to live. I thought this was the worst possible outcome. Until my fellow disciples sold me and the tomb supervisor sealed the mountain to hunt me down. Until the remnant soul of the Martial Emperor who had been sleeping for a thousand years under the ground also began to covet my cinnabar bloodline. One wants my body, the other wants my life. People outside want me dead, and things underground want me alive. Aluo pushed me to the bronze ghost door and smiled: "If you can't escape, come in." The moment I stepped into the nine-story underground palace, the mercury prison began to boil and the human skin wall began to breathe. The giant skeleton struck the seal, gradually resonating with my heartbeat. They are all waiting for a sacrifice. But I, Shen Yan, am here to flip the table.