Copper Coins Suppress Hundreds of Ghosts

Chen Mo, a boy from the slums, only had three things in his life: a leaky shabby house, a belly that could never be filled, and an old copper coin that Granny Li tied around his wrist before she died. The copper coins were very hot, as hot as red-hot iron. That night he realized that there really were ghosts in this world. Each kind of ghost requires special methods to be imprisoned. Granny Li left, and so did neighbor Su Yao's grandmother, leaving exactly the same copper coins. The faded red rope seemed to have been grasped by countless hands, soaked in sweat, and stained with blood. "Wear it, don't take it off. Someone will come looking for you later." The man who came to see him was standing at the entrance of the alley, wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a lantern without fire. There was a gray-white mist in the lantern. Chen Mo thought that was all. Until he saw his name on the fourth floor of Zhenhun Building. The name is there, the person is there. The reputation is ruined and the people are destroyed. As for the Chen family, it has been passed down for seven generations, and each generation will not live past the age of thirty. Everyone said that it was the fate of the Chen family to suppress hundreds of ghosts with copper coins. Until the last layer of seal is lifted—— Copper coins never suppress ghosts. It only serves to calm her down.