Cold Coffin Record

In the last years of Chongzhen's reign, the wind and sand outside Yanmen Pass carried broken bones and rust. All that was left of the unknown escort agency was a dilapidated shop floor and a black coffin. Carrying coffins out of customs is a very rare business, and what is delivered is often secrets that stir up the world. The rules of the troubled times have long been shattered, leaving only a life-and-death struggle with a knife-edge licking blood. Chief escort Shen Yue has been licking blood from his knife for twenty years, and he is most afraid of people mentioning his master. That old case nailed him to the pillar of shame and forced him to withdraw from his brothers. He took over this disbanded escort just to find out the truth about his master being framed as a collaborator and to find the key to the grave. Pei Xiaoman followed him out of confinement, but concealed his fear while asking "What is Jianghu?" The jade pendant around his waist was touching his lifeline. The coffin made a strange noise in the snow. A white shadow without facial features sticks behind the battlements. Shen Yue carried the coffin pole before stopping, but Pei Xiaoman felt that the soles of his boots were soaked in sticky dark red. The cold wind outside the pass is pushing everything into the abyss, and the faint light coming from the cracks in the coffin cannot illuminate the way in, nor the way back.