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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 5: Truth & Ninety Thousand

The chaos faded. Ghosts peeked out from hiding. Qin Yichuan froze as the child spirit—the one Xue Mingzhu had dragged back—stared at him, eyes hollow.

Qin subtly hid the soul-trapping vial behind his back and crouched. "What's your name?"

"Why did she stop suddenly in the tunnel that day?"

"Someone… blocking the car. Like her." The child pointed at the bride ghost's golden phoenix embroidery.

Qin showed a photo of the murderous vintage dress. "This?"

Qin dialed Yin Hongyu. "Drop everything. Dig into the victim's ties to Zhao Xuemao—specifically any affairs."

A cold voice answered instead. "Qin. Stand down."

"Just landed. Yin Hongning divined it—you've got three days before bloodshed. Stay put. I'll handle the rest."

Qin's retort died as ink-black fog erupted, swallowing the child. Instinctively, he yanked the spirit into his arms. The fog coalesced into a snarling skull, fangs sinking into his shoulder. Cerulean flames roared to life—

The specter screeched. A water ghost's warning came too late. Agony exploded as an ancient blade—steeped in centuries of resentment—pierced Qin's chest.

The same cold he'd felt when his master died.

Qin awoke in the office dorm, sunlight framing Xun Yan's silhouette. The man polished Kunwu, his ancestral blade, its edge humming with unresolved yin energy.

"They wanted your昆仑火," Xun said without looking up. "The child was a puppet. Controlled remotely."

Qin touched his necklace—a blood-red jade. "The boy?"

"Soul-searched. His mind held Zhao's secrets. The dress is a bone garment—forbidden craft of flaying the near-dead. Only two existed: one in Bureau custody, the other destroyed by your master. This third… is new."

Qin sat up, wincing. "But Xue died after the tunnel incident. How—"

"Someone else pulled its strings. Xu Feifei—Zhao's mistress—used it to torment Xue. A warning gone wrong when Hu Lihong's car crossed its path."

"You learned all this by torturing a child's soul?"

Xun's blade glinted. "He tried to kill you."

"The Bureau will crucify you for soul-scorching."

A knock interrupted. Yin Hongyu's head popped in. "New job! Client's offering ninety grand!"