Others enter ancient tombs for gold, silver, jade, and rare antiques, relying on Luoyang shovels and feng shui techniques to strike it rich.
But my Chen family has guarded tombs for generations. We take no wealth from the living and steal no treasures from the dead. We have only one mission in life: suppress evil spirits, seal the coffins, and quell the millennia-old calamity surging beneath the tombs.
My grandfather spent half his life venturing alone into the deadly corpse-nurturing burial mound on Qingluo Mountain. He forcibly stabilized the blood-coffin formation before it could burst from the earth, but in doing so, incurred an inescapable debt to the dead.
On the night I turned twenty-eight, as the yin year gave way to the yang, four tomb raiders steeped in sinister energy knocked on our door. An old, yellowed photograph tore open a secret our ancestors had kept sealed for twenty years.
A faceless guide-spirit in the barren mountains, a suspended-coffin formation infested with Gu worms in an underground palace, layers of sealed doors and corpse puppets, a blood-red main coffin asleep for a thousand years...
Others enter tombs to seek wealth. I, Chen Mo, step into this burial ground to repay my ancestors' debt to the dead and protect the people and creatures of these mountains.
The ancient tomb-warding book passed down in my family appears alongside a bronze talisman. My yin eye pierces every sinister veil in the world. When every taboo surrounding countless ancient tombs ceases to hold power, I finally understand: the Chen family's fate was never to hide among the living and scrape by. It was to stand atop the burial grounds, bind the bloodthirsty fiends of all ages with our bloodline, and keep them suppressed.
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