Yan Bo was locked up with chains by the whole village and sent to the haunted house of a sinister marriage to guard the coffin of the bride who died in vain. The red sedan moved automatically without wind. A pair of pale arms stretched out from under the hijab, but he took out a yellowed genealogy from his arms. Three seconds later, the embroidered shoes stopped half an inch between his eyebrows, and the entire haunted house was extinguished. Our Yan family has been guarding the tomb for three hundred years, and no ghost has dared to show off in front of our ancestors. From tonight onwards, forbidden spells, psychic feng shui, and evil ghost arts will all be used by him - he is the real owner of this haunted house. When the ten murderous tombs were rioted one after another, and the archaeological team unearthed the bronze ghost coffin that had been suppressed for thousands of years, Yan Bo stepped into the underground abyss alone: "Notify the tombkeepers of the Yan family to take inventory."
