"The old man's body was bleeding from all the orifices in the morgue, and his intestines were hanging all over the freezer - only I could see it." Qin Jiu punched the glass of the police station, his eyeballs almost bursting with yin and yang. The forensic report says "suicide", but a bloody phantom hovers over the body.
In front of the bun shop late at night, the asphalt road suddenly oozed bright red. The "Pictures of Luoshui" delivered by express delivery from my adoptive father before his death was inscribed in oracle bones under the moonlight: "Qin Qing died on May 20th, Wuyin year." He suddenly looked up and saw his sister's birthday flashing on the screen of his mobile phone - only 72 hours left.
"Brother, there is something under my bed eating my hair!" Qin Qing's scream on the overseas phone call was mixed with the sound of sticky water. The blood rabbit jumped out of his backpack, its white pupils shot out red light, and it illuminated the bathroom mirror in the villa covered with green and black handprints. The rabbit carved from ancient blood jade suddenly spoke: "Fuxi's tomb is open, and eighty-one living corpses are on the way."
"Your Qin family bloodline is the final key." Deep in the basement of the Archaeological Institute, Principal Li took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his pupils split into six petals, "The night your adoptive father dug up the Luoshui Map, three thousand Yin soldiers trampled the institute's surveillance system - now it's your turn."
The heavy rain washed away the newly excavated Warring States altar, and Qin Zhu held the peach wood nails tightly. The bloody rabbit shadow exploded into a three-meter giant beast in the thunder light, and a golden Bagua array appeared behind Qin Qing. "Brother, there are small words in the middle of dad's notebook." She tore open the yellowed pages, and the oracle bones evaporated into blood mist in the rain - "Those who kill relatives can live forever."
There was a loud sound of broken bronze chains from the ground, and the first living corpse wearing a modern suit emerged from the ground. The rotten finger was wearing the wedding ring that Qin Jiu gave to his adoptive father last year.
