There are thirty-six ownerless graves in the mass graves in the back mountain. Ever since I was little, I always thought there were thirty-six seats. Until that day when I passed by - I counted thirty-seven.
Grandpa died strangely. The bronze mirror he left behind can reflect things invisible to the naked eye. There was a woman in red buried in the grave. She said: The thirty-six graves are not for burying people, but for sealing the mountain. And the thirty-seventh seat is the eye of the formation—and also my destiny.
The blood of the first-generation Fengshan Taoist priests flows in my body, and the two blood marks on my palms cross to form a cross. She said, I am the new formation.
But the formation is about to loosen. What has been sealed under the mountain for three hundred years is about to come out.
And I haven't even touched the threshold of the first level - Wangqi.
Good-looking, good-looking