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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 2: Death by Dress

Apartment 502 in Eastside Garden was a lavish three-bedroom suite, its fingerprint-locked door now torn open like paper. A mountain of bloodstained clothes spilled into the hallway, reeking of iron and something colder.

Even in summer, the burly field agents shivered as Qin Yichuan arrived. Team Leader Zhao waved him over, whispering, "You're the Supernatural Unit's Qin? Young but capable. We've got… something in there."

Qin lit a cigarette, yanked a curious rookie back by the collar, and gripped the icy door handle. Blue flames licked his palm, melting the unnatural frost. The door creaked open.

Inside, a single nightlight cast long shadows over clothes strewn like corpses. Qin sealed the broken door with swirling black mist and followed the chill to a converted dressing room.

There lay a young woman in ornate opera robes, phoenix embroidery glinting gold. Her wide, unblinking eyes mirrored the absurdity of her death—no wounds, just terror etched into every fiber.

Qin crouched, fingertips grazing the icy silk. The vial in his pocket trembled.

Odd. No ghostly residue, yet the yin energy clings like smoke.

He burned a talisman, purging the room's miasma. A drop of blood on the corpse's forehead bloomed crimson. "Zhao," he called, "bag her. Send the robes to Dongzhou Warehouse."

As agents lifted the body, golden embroidery snagged Qin's sleeve. His eyes narrowed. A hidden talisman glowed briefly in the fabric before vanishing.

Dawn found Qin at Dongzhou Warehouse—a drab office building hiding a pocket dimension. Through the third-floor door sprawled an impossible hall: floor-to-ceiling windows framed an ocean that shouldn't exist.

Yin Hongyu pounced. "Food! I'm starving!"

"Three days without eating?" Qin tossed her breakfast bag. "Your phoenix metabolism won't die."

"Phoenix-descendant, not birdbrained," she snapped, eyeing the glowing vial he placed on a hexagram-etched desk. "New stray?"

"Tunnel ghosts. Now check this—" Qin described the crash.

Yin pulled up trending news: July 5th Tunnel Tragedy: Man Abandons Wife in Wreck. "Driver Zhao Xuemao survived. His wife Xue Mingzhu bled out alone. Netizens want his head."

"Female driver Hu Lihong. Her son died instantly. She…" Yin paused. "Died mysteriously last night. Medical report says 'sudden death'—but the coroner smelled ghost taint."

Qin's phone buzzed. Field teams confirmed: the opera robe had arrived.

"Run it by Xun Yan," he ordered. "I'll visit our coma patient."

Yin grabbed his wrist. "Qin. Stop binding strays with your lifespan. Even phoenixes burn out."

He flicked her off. "Worry about your crow's feet."