Record of the Nine Meridians Dragon Backbone

"My name is Bai Yang, and the red circle on my wrist is my borrowed longevity." The red circle closed and opened according to my heartbeat. After receiving it, a death notice was forced out: birth date, death place in Qinling Mountains, time at 0:40. I grew up running a coffin shop. The year my grandfather died, he left behind half a sinister picture, which gave me a "picture eye". What Jinque wants is not the picture, but the eye of the picture. After falling down along the vicious plot of the map keeper, I saw clearly how crazy this place is: Nine dragon spines press eight dead cities, and each city enshrines a "White Sun". Nine white suns, one face carved in a mold, I am the ninth. Among the first eight, there were those who nailed the coffin, those who made lamps, and those who cultivated Gu. They all "recognized their masters" and no one "recognized themselves". My brother Lei Dapao hit him with a shovel: "Who are you?" Ah Qiao grabbed my pulse and said, "First recognize yourself, and then recognize the Lord." The jade cicada with the palm eye can see the past lives of objects, and the golden finger can break through thousands of locks. It is the knife that grandpa sharpened with his own finger bones. But the further I fell, the more afraid I became: the red circle was not a curse, but the Bai family tombkeeper owed three generations of life. My wrist was strangled because my grandfather had paid half of the debt. There is a "self-tomb" at the end of the nine-meridian dragon spine, and there is another me lying in the coffin. Jinque said, go in and you can make the borrowed life your own. The "I" in the reflection smiled and asked, "Are you sure you are the real one?" The son of Borrowed Life wakes up from his own funeral. Along the way, I want to take my life back into my own hands.