The Last Dragon Keeper

After Grandpa died, I returned to Qinglong Ridge, the place I hadn't been back to in years. On the first night of the wake, Grandpa's voice came from inside the coffin. He called my name and told me to open it. That same day, someone in the village heard their dead mother's voice and followed it into the darkness. All that was left of them was a pair of shoes. Uncle Jiu told me: "The dead aren't scary. What's scary is losing your name." As my investigation went deeper, I discovered that all of Qinglong Ridge concealed a terrifying secret: everyone in the village had two names, and those whose true names had been erased were slowly disappearing from this world. The family genealogy was altered, the wall of names came to light, the dead returned, and the forbidden Dragonbone Slope was opened... What had the line of dragon guardians been protecting for four hundred years? When the whole truth finally emerged, I understood at last: There is no true dragon beneath Qinglong Ridge. For four hundred years, the guardians had been guarding a divine corpse.