The night my grandpa died, he insisted on kowtowing to me three times. The next day I was stuffed into a coffin and lay with a century-old corpse king for seven days and nights. When I crawled out of the coffin, the blood flowing in my veins was no longer entirely human blood. In the pupil of my right eye, an ancient city that no one had ever seen was reflected.
From then on, in the Thirty-sixth Village of Qiandong in Western Hunan, a name was spread agitatedly - the young man who was killed by the evil emperor but survived, got the most taboo inheritance of Chenzhou Talisman.
When the rich merchants outside the mountain knelt down and begged me to "do business" for them, when the thousand-year-old corpse king lowered his purple head in front of me, when the gods and Buddhas in the sky closed their eyes and did not dare to look at the resentment I swallowed up - they finally understood that there are some things in this world that the living should not touch and the dead dare not stop. Only I, Shen Huai, can step on the two realms of yin and yang and control the last incense of the corpse exorcism lineage.
