The Last Zhenling Person

When my master died, the whole village set off firecrackers for three days. They said it was joy and mourning. Only I know that he did not die of old age~~~ He filled his life into the crack in the underground of Buzhou Ridge, and suppressed a thing that had lived from ancient times to the present. He left me half an iron plate, a notebook, and a newly opened seal. My name is Shen Du, and I opened an antique shop in Guishi Lane, Linjiang City. The pupil of my left eye is lighter than the right eye, and I can see things that others cannot. On the third day after Master's death, a woman whose eyes were sewn shut with black thread every morning came to the door. She said her shadow would move on its own. On the same day, the criminal police of Yunling Town dug up seven empty coffins in the back hill of Shiliang Village. The lame old man who collected rags was blocking the mountain pass with a bag of rusty copper and iron on his back, saying that these things were spat out from the depths of the ridge and the seal could no longer hold it. And that night, when I was keeping vigil, Master's body sat up from the funeral bed and called my name. The last page of the handwritten note reads: Do not trust anyone in the village, including the "me" you see. The thing in the well is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that it's already out.