Deed Tomb

Words have souls, and contracts are tombs. My name is Chen Jie, and I am born with the ability to see the "memories" hidden in words. By accident, I "read" a death contract from a hundred years ago on an ancient monument - the owner of the tomb was waiting for future generations to fulfill his promise. From then on, I was dragged into a hidden world: In the tomb of a luther master from the Tang Dynasty, the contract stated that "play the most beautiful music to attract my close friends." At the last moment of the song, the tomb owner's resentment came back: There is no more faith in the world, so let's be buried! Under the kiln site of the Song Dynasty, blood porcelain can be recognized as its owner, and it is necessary to "nourish the porcelain with blood and prove my way." One wrong move, and the kiln full of porcelain will suck the life out of the intruder. And the "word sense" inherited from my family is not a gift at all, but a curse. Every generation dies violently... The keeper of the contract wants me to seal everything, and the breaker of the contract wants to burn everything. And I read something even more terrifying from those weeping tombstones...