Yin Yang Ferryman: Three Realms Love Tribulation

It rained in Qinghe Town for seven days and seven nights. When I was squatting in the cave of an old locust tree to take shelter from the rain, I saw a paper man carrying a red coffin passing through the alley - the "filial son" in the front was clearly Grandpa Zhang, who played chess with me last month. "Close your eyes!" A yellow talisman was slapped on my forehead, and the dry tobacco pole of Mr. Chen Zhenjiang, a retired Feng Shui master, opened the curtain of rain. "Your eyes should have woken up long ago." The moment my yin and yang eyes suddenly opened, I saw another world: a pregnant woman who died in childbirth was floating under the wall, hanged ghosts were hanging on the beams, and even the half jade medal in Su Wanli's sleeve was entangled with a thousand-year-old blood evil. "What they want is not your life." Master Shi stared at the bronze lines that suddenly appeared on my palm, "It is the spiritual vein of Qinghe Town, the time and space in the Tianji Monument, it is... Hidden in your blood, the ferryman's inheritance." When the paper coffin stopped in front of my house, and when Su Wanli blocked the yin fire for me, the corner of her mouth was bleeding, I finally understood - these eyes that can see through yin and yang were never golden fingers, but the key that pushed me into a century-old conspiracy.