On the day my grandfather was buried, the coffin rang three times.
The whole village ran away and I was the only one left.
I used a wicker stick to disperse the black fog coming out of the coffin, and the entire process was captured on the police's law enforcement recorder.
Three days later, a black car drove into the village. The person who got out said:
"The National Institute of Abnormal Affairs has specially hired you to join the staff."
Later I found out——
The mountain my grandfather guarded for sixty years had the seal of the entire dragon vein underneath.
Now, the seal is broken.
Those things at the bottom of the mountain have been hungry for too long.
