The Tomb-Keeper's Shaman Boy

My name is Shen Yan, the lowliest tomb-guarding shaman boy on Mount Cangwu.

A vengeful spirit in white bit my neck, leaving behind a black, snake-shaped mark.

She said I had forty-nine days left to live.

I thought that was as bad as things could get.

Until my fellow disciples sold me out, and the tomb warden sealed off the mountain to hunt me down.

Until the remnant soul of a Martial Emperor, who had slept beneath the earth for a thousand years, began coveting my cinnabar-bloodline body.

One wants my body. The other wants my life.

The people aboveground want me dead, while the thing below wants me alive.

A Luo shoved me toward the bronze gates of the underworld and smiled.

“If you can’t escape, then go in.”

The moment I stepped into the nine-level underground palace, the mercury prison began to boil, and the walls of human skin began to breathe.

Giant bones pounded on their seals, slowly beating in resonance with my heart.

They were all waiting for a sacrifice.

But I, Shen Yan, came to turn the tables.