Tomb of the Inhuman

The second book, Nonhuman Mound II, is currently serializing with the same protagonists. [Blurb] Second heroine's prologue: In 402 BC, the Lord of Mount Buzhou, unseen by the world for all his years, descended from the mountain. For more than two thousand years after that, he could never return. Fortunately, the Way of Heaven follows its course: what goes around comes around. The seeds sown thousands of years ago had finally borne fruit. First heroine's perspective: After a night of nightmares, I discovered I wasn't human. In search of the truth, I went to many places. The old tomb behind the mountain, an ancient tomb complex beneath the desert, shadows in an old mansion, the royal tombs of Diqiu: they all seemed connected to me. [A long-dead friend, covered in livor mortis, appeared before me again, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.] [I was staying at a small inn. When I got up in the middle of the night, I saw a pair of feet through the gap beneath the bathroom door. I looked up, and a hideous face was clinging to the doorframe.] The story stretched on, and the dream seemed endless. I met many people. What seemed like chance encounters were merely fated reunions. Whatever their motives, and whether they were my enemies or not, at least I wasn't alone. Qin An, Tan Mi, Xia Jingqiu, Xiao Yixiao and Bu'er, Tan Tang, Pu Qing... the charlatan Liu Er. Among so many people was one who lingered in the mortal world: Wei Nuo, a ghost, cold and scheming. This was our meeting, or perhaps I should say our reunion. Her past and mine, and the pasts of all kinds of demons, monsters, humans, and spirits, became intertwined. After we emerged from the old tomb beneath the mountain, I seized the chance to ask who she really was. She mouthed the word "wife," and I believed her without question, slowly tying my heart to her. ★★★ Guide 1. Some locations and historical figures are fictional. The Search for a Corpse in the Haunted Domain: After returning from the Helan Mountains, we lived peacefully for five years. Then one day, someone came to the antique shop and asked us to help find a corpse that had been dead for thirty years. Wherever it was buried, that's where the body should be. Had she forgotten the burial site? The woman shook her head and said she suspected the person who returned thirty years ago was someone else. That one case tore a hole in our peaceful life. The underground palace in Bashu, the water caves in western Hunan... the hanging coffins of Langya, cocoons of bone, lanterns made from human skin... the corpse king of the dark pool, thirty-six prayer flags, the nine-eyed toad. Qin An, Tan Mi, Xia Jingqiu, Xiao Yixiao and Bu'er, Tao Dong, Tan Tang, Pu Qing, Fox Fei, Snake Granny, Pusaman... Those whose names I remember and those whose names I've forgotten, new friends and old, some stayed and some left. Life is restless, vast and indistinct. Where does the water of the River of Forgetfulness finally flow? In the end, we returned to the place where it all began. Theme: Overcome fear and surpass yourself