Before his disappearance, my grandfather left a warning: The gravekeepers of the Zhou family will not live past thirty unless they marry a female ghost to continue their lives.
My name is Zhou Yubai, and I have been guarding the ancient tomb for twenty years. I didn't believe in evil until the night when I was twenty-seven, when a vermilion coffin floated up from the bottom of the tomb. A cold hand stretched out from the coffin and dragged me in. When I woke up again, I had dark patterns in my eyes, which allowed me to see hundreds of ghosts, break Feng Shui, and judge life and death. From then on, the thousand-year-old tombs became my backyard. I had ancient books and secrets at my fingertips, and local snakes from all over the place begged me to tap acupoints to determine the dragon's veins. When everyone thought I relied on a female ghost to survive, I stroked the dark hair of the thousand-year-old empress in the coffin and chuckled: I'm sorry, she insisted on marrying me.
