Blood Jade Eclipses the Soul: Dushan Marriage

When the black liquid from the Dushan jade mine in Nanyang overflowed from the mine, no one expected that it would be the beginning of a century-old curse. Miner Wang Fugui convulsed in the blue-gray jade. He pointed his withered fingers into the depths and screamed, "The jade eyes are alive." In the blood jade rolling down from his palm, there were pupils like living creatures pulsing in the dark. The "Blood and Tears of the True Sister" that Old Man Shoushan trembled and chanted in "Nanyang Foreign Object Chronicles" became Zhou Mingyuan's deepest nightmare. Deep in the mine, the shrill sound of suonas lingered all night long; the souls of the dead were embedded in blood jade, condensing into a curse in the mud. Only then did Zhou Mingyuan realize that the light green jade spots on his forehead had already taken root - that was not jade erosion. The souls of injustice embedded in the jade veins of Dushan are squirming. How many people will be dragged into the eternal jade reincarnation? He held the hot blood jade and stood in the center of the altar. Behind him was the rolling scarlet blood mist, and in front of him were the withered bones that were slowly sitting up. Should he become the next gravekeeper, or should he tear this fate apart before his jade veins burst? The answer is hidden in the deepest part of the mine, in the whisper of "Brother Shi".