Zhenlongsi's World Chess Game

When Lu Zheng was seventeen years old, he returned to the village to bury his grandfather, but the heartbeat of the person in the coffin did not stop. What's even more evil is the whole Shixia Village: the water entrance in the west of the village has been blocked by a new wall, a black thread "recognizing him" has been drilled under the ancestral house, and a blood-sucking nail has been driven into the old tomb in the back hill. As for his father, he had been missing for twelve years and the whole village "didn't dare to mention it". Even his second uncle only replied "I don't dare". Grandpa left him a compass, a torn ancient book, and a dead rule: "Don't exchange this for money." Lu Zheng originally wanted to be a craftsman. But when he opened the eighth hole of the fragment and his fingertips were sucked; when he saw something that had lived for a thousand years at the bottom of the mountain that night; when the owner of an old shop in the city stared at him and said, "You look like a person" - he understood that he couldn't help himself at all. He has two bloodlines: the eyes of the tomb keeper can see the energy invisible to living people; the hands of the golden man can reveal the hidden traps in the earth. But there are too many things in this world that are "suppressed" - suppressing dragons, suppressing mountains, suppressing a country's destiny. And the lock is tight at every turn. Someone first suppressed something, and then someone used nails to hammer something that was still alive. Are that nail and the black line under his ancestral house the same hand? As a mortal, he has to bear the karma of a country. Lu Zheng tightened his grip on the compass and laughed: "Okay, then I'll see who has nailed my whole family to this game of chess." Fear, anger, heartache, itching - he entered this game of chess and had no intention of retreating.