History Department Ghost Controller: Bronze Translation of Ancient Scrolls

The moment the ink marks fell on the Dunhuang fragments, Chen Yan's mentor turned into a wisp of smoke, leaving only the blood letter "Eat Man" and the ink ghost possessing his arm. "If you don't change your name for three days, your soul will return to Mo Zhongying." He had just received the admission notice for a master's degree in history and instantly became a "rule bearer" wanted by the headquarters. The bronze translation slips that can resist the ghosts of the ancient scrolls swallow up a piece of the memory of his relatives and friends every time he interprets them; the anchoring technique he finally learned almost fails in the face of the cursed hundred-dollar bill from the banknote company - the bill is losing one inch of life per second and sucking away the life of passers-by. The bronze mirror of the Department of Suppression of Evil reflected the ghostly aura in his eyes, Governor Zhao's money printing machine spit out banknotes filled with gluttonous ghosts, and the reflection of the ghost bride in Loulan's wedding dress was quietly replacing the identity of a living person. Chen Yan held Duanmo's brush and smiled bitterly: It turns out that the key to deciphering the supernatural is hidden in the taboos in the "Yin Fu Jing" and also in his own disappearing humanity. When the Yin-Yang Book in Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum made a strange sound, he understood: the ancient scrolls were not ghosts, but historical curses that humans dared not face.