White Bone Temple, Falling Phoenix Blood Contract

2005, Midsummer. Master left, leaving only a letter, which opened up my seventeen years of life. I am not a rootless soul, but a descendant of the Ling family. Following Master's last wish, I finally stepped into the depths of the ancient tomb. At the first tomb, the bones crunched under my feet. I bent down and vomited. In the second tomb, green phosphorus ghost fire surrounded the high wall. Looking at the desolate remains, I cried. In the third tomb, insects crawled all over my body. My fingertips trembled as I signed the life contract. It turns out that beneath the surface of this world, from beginning to end, it is filled with dead bones.