Zhongyuan Sacrificial Person

The night I hosted the Zhongyuan sacrifice, the gate of hell could not be closed. Master said that this kind of thing has never happened in two thousand years. He looked at me with a pale face: "Because your father - he left something in the ghost gate." My name is Shen Yexing, and I am the twenty-seventh generation descendant of the Shen family. Our duty is to host sacrifices, guide the souls of the dead, and maintain the order of yin and yang every year during the Ghost Festival. This set of rules is called the "Laws of Yin and Yang". It is said that it was formulated by Qin Shihuang himself after he unified the six kingdoms - cars on the same track, books on the same text, and the two realms of Yin and Yang share the same laws. How perfect. But the last words my father left before his death were: "The laws of yin and yang are not meant to be obeyed, but broken." I started checking. Check out the disappearing souls, check out the sharp increase in ghosts, and check out the word "shut" that is branded on the master's tongue. Finally, I found the place deep in Lishan Mountain, in front of an altar that uses the souls of living people as fuel. Qin Shihuang is not dead. His soul is sealed there, waiting to be reawakened. And the priests for two thousand years - us - are just his watchdogs. He said: "My order has kept the Yin and Yang worlds from chaos for two thousand years. Without me, what would the world be like?" I looked at the dead souls behind me who were being used as fuel and said something—— "Rules can unify all things, but they cannot unify people's hearts." --- This is not a story about slaying demons. This is a story about "rules": when the rules themselves are the biggest lie, do you choose to maintain order, or do you choose to be a human being? ——High-energy warning: Zhongyuan folklore + Chinese Cthulhu + Qin Shihuang conspiracy, one chapter is addictive.