The Yin-Yang Coroner Becomes the Lord’s Beloved

In a ruined temple in Youdu City lies the faceless corpse of a woman dressed in a red wedding gown.

I lay my left hand on her

I can’t see the killer’s face.

That night, a second faceless corpse appears.

The same wedding gown. The same method.

I trace back time again, and see a deeper secret.

Then, in the void of the shadow-tracing realm, I see a corpse.

Its face is exactly like mine.

She died three years ago. I don’t know her, but I’ve transmigrated into her body.

My master says the Time-Tracing Mark is a curse.

Pei Yan of the Judicial Investigation Office says he believes in evidence, not my ghost stories.

Xie Wuwang of the Shadow-Tracing Office stares at my left hand. There’s something in his eyes I can’t understand. He asks only one question:

“Why does your mark unsettle my heart...?”

Then the ancient book with no words on its pages gets stained with my blood.

A line appears on the blank page:

“The heart of the Abyss of Time lies in the heart of Zhaoli.”

Zhaoli, the princess buried sixteen years ago.

And this body is fifteen years old.

My name is not Zhaoli.

I am Su Luo.

Whoever wants my heart

Leave your life behind first...