The tomb that was passed down by our ancestors for eighteen generations collapsed the night I took over.
The underworld pours down, all ghosts cry and howl, and what seeps out of the ancestors' coffins is not corpse water, but blood. When they climbed up to my ankle, the ancestral bone ring on my ring finger suddenly burned with phosphorus fire, and a line of words appeared - "Yuan, my family has guarded the underworld for eighteen hundred years, and tonight it is your turn."
From the solitary grave at the entrance of the village to the netherworld, I carried the bronze soul-inducing lamp that had been extinguished for thousands of years and knocked on the door of ghosts one by one. The judge knelt down when he saw the light, and Black and White Wuchang toasted to me. Who says tombkeepers have to be timid? What I abide by is the last rule in this world.
