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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 6: The Haunted Mansion Massacre

The client offering ¥900,000 was a familiar face: Wang Dashan, a shipping tycoon turned seafood magnate. A man whose name littered finance magazines—not for his wealth, but for surviving disasters that would've killed lesser men: bus rollovers, submerged cars, even a derailed train in Europe he'd "missed by five minutes."

Yet here he stood in Dongzhou Warehouse's lobby, shadows pooling under his eyes like spilled ink. "Qin! You've got to help me!" Wang lunged, desperation reeking sharper than his cologne. "I'll pay anything—anything!"

Qin sidestepped the hug. "Wang laoban, what's got you—"

"My wife's possessed!" Wang thrust a newspaper at him. The headline screamed: RETIRED TEACHER'S FAMILY SLAIN—FIVE DEAD IN XIZHOU.

"My in-laws. Slaughtered last week. No suspects. And now…" Wang played security footage on his phone.

The video showed a woman in wine-red qipao meticulously applying rouge at a vanity. Her coiled hair gleamed under a gold hairpin.

"Your wife?" Qin frowned. The real Xie Ying—a no-nonsense researcher—would've sooner dissected lipstick than worn it.

Wang nodded grimly. "Since visiting the crime scene, she's…changed. Snuck back during the funeral to burn joss paper. Now she dresses like a 1930s starlet and recites poetry to empty rooms."

Qin's phone buzzed. Yin Hongyu mouthed "Bureau trouble" as Xun Yan strode past, Kunwu blade strapped to his back.

"Handle it," Qin ordered Yin. "And keep him from breaking any bureaucrat's legs this time."

Xizhou's Wang estate loomed like a tombstone. No children, no laughter—just Xie Ying gliding downstairs in silk, a crimson thread coiled around her wrist.

"Darling," she purred, ignoring Wang. "Who's our guest?"

Qin's jade pendant flared cold. Behind Xie's smile, something ancient stirred.

"Mrs. Wang," Qin bowed slightly. "Have you… redecorated recently?"

Her laugh tinkled like wind chimes. "Life's too short for dull walls. Don't you agree, Qin-gongzi?"

Wang tugged Qin aside. "Well? Is it a ghost? A curse?"

Qin watched Xie trace a manicured nail across a family portrait—her finger lingering on her dead father's face. "Worse. Your in-laws' mansion isn't haunted."

"It's the land." Qin's breath fogged despite the warmth. "Something was buried there long before your wife's family built their home. And whatever it is… it's been waiting."