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When the dead hold grudges, they refuse to enter reincarnation and linger as vengeful spirits. A millennium ago, a new faction emerged from the lineage of tomb raiders, abandoning tomb plundering to specialize in resolving feng shui disputes and subduing malevolent ghosts. This faction was known as the Yin Yang Si (Department of Yin and Yang). At its zenith, all matters related to burial rites, haunted tombs, and restless spirits fell under its jurisdiction.

Yet today, its legacy teeters on the brink of extinction. Only four core disciples remain: Qin Yichuan, Xun Yan, Yin Hongyu, and Yin Hongning.

In shadowy tunnels, vengeful spirits block their path; cursed garments, overflowing with resentment, kill without a trace. A massacre in an old mansion—was it orchestrated by human hands, or a ghostly act of revenge? Sinister bronze dolls and possessed bodies unravel decades-old secrets.

In remote villages, a relentless string of deaths and eerie midnight wails hide chilling truths.

Amidst rising mysteries and unquiet souls, follow Qin Yichuan and his allies as they uphold the duties of the Yin Yang Si, judging the dead and solving supernatural crimes.

Qin Yichuan and Xun Yan reunite to hunt ghosts and pursue justice.

Tags: Suspense & Mystery, Premium Fiction

Saga of the Tomb Raiders

Chapter 4: How Did She Die?

Zhao Xuemao's mouth gaped soundlessly. Qin snapped his fingers, and the hospital room roared back to life—murmuring patients, beeping machines. By the time Zhao blinked through his pain, Qin had vanished like smoke.

Outside, dawn's first light seared Qin's invisibility talisman to ash. His phone buzzed as he slid into his car.

"Qin," Yin Hongyu's voice crackled. "Hu Lihong's dead. The other driver."

"Found at 4:40 a.m.—no cause, labeled 'sudden death.' But our coroner caught ghost-stink on her."

"Old Dr. Liu—your master's cousin twice-removed—has a nose for yin residue. Anyway, Zhao's wife: Xue Mingzhu, media heiress, no kids. Their car was child-free during the crash."

"In storage. But Qin, it's clean. Not a flicker of weirdness."

"Photo it to Xun. I'm heading to the vault."

Dongzhou Warehouse's entrance hid behind a guard shack veiled in spatial magic. A dusty Kawasaki sat nearby—Xun Yan's bike, abandoned since his month-long mission to quell Qingcheng Mountain's disturbances.

The vault itself was a pocket dimension frozen in perpetual winter. Qin ignited cerulean flames around himself, stepping into chaos:

A hanged ghost's tongue tangled with a drowned spirit's seaweed hair. A zombie Taoist tripped over a rolling skull, spilling his Coke. A bride ghost offered pizza to a shy boy through her gaping chest wound.

"Enough!" Qin barked. "Scholar Chen—reattach your head! Princess, stop babysitting. Master Blind, silence."

His gaze landed on the newcomer—Xue Mingzhu in a bloodied cocktail dress, clutching a child's hand.

"Who…?" Her voice dripped static.

A skull rolled over. "He's Qin Yichuan—ghost wrangler, rich boy pauper. You another stray?"

"Typical," the zombie drawled. "Rage erases memories. But hey, welcome to purgatory's waiting room!"

Qin stepped closer. "Ms. Xue. How did you die?"

Her eyes flooded crimson. "Crash."

"He left me!" Xue's shriek shattered lights. Rusted rebar materialized through her chest, blood cascading. Qin's heart lurched—Zhao Xuemao's life force plummeted somewhere distant.

The Yin-Yang Pact's glow dimmed. He lied. The contract's void.

Xue's nails elongated into obsidian blades. "HE PLANNED IT!"

Qin dodged, but restraint cost him—claws raked his arm. With a roar, he trapped her in a soul-siphoning urn.

Yin's warning echoed: "How many years do you have left to burn?"

Collapsing against a wall, Qin watched Xue's ghost thrash. Some cases, he mused, were cursed from the start.