Dark Candle Detective

In the third year of Jiayou's reign, he lived in Bianjing. Autumn rain has fallen for seven days, and the bluestone road on Zhuque Street glows with a faint light, like a winding black snake. Just after the third watch, the mass grave outside Dongshui Gate suddenly lit up with a ball of green fire. Watchman Wang Ergou, who was watching the night, rubbed his eyes and thought he was seeing it - the fire was not an ordinary color, but a phosphorus fire, hanging faintly in the air, like someone carrying a ghost lantern. Then he saw the man in the fire. A corpse sat upright, covered in green flames, but did not fall down. What's even weirder is that the corpse's hands are clasped together, as if worshiping Buddha. Wang Ergou pissed his pants and ran towards Kaifeng Mansion.