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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 9: To Yangliu Po

"Let's go see her," Xun Yan said, striding ahead.

"Fine, but try not to rifle through her soul like a filing cabinet. If you fry her brain, you're stuck feeding her oatmeal for life," Qin Yichuan warned, catching up.

Xun halted abruptly. Qin nearly collided with his back.

"I won't," Xun stated, steadying him.

"...Right." Qin rolled his eyes. Never expect nuance from a walking armory.

Before leaving, Qin etched talismans on every doorframe—a spectral containment grid. The building's pending demolition would scatter lingering ghosts, leaving hell's enforcers to mop up.

At the hospital, survivor Xie Xin lay in a private room, swaddled in bandages and tubes. Her pallor matched the sheets.

"Living corpse," Qin hissed. "Haven't seen one in decades. Her soul's sealed—not Central Plains magic. Can we even probe her?"

"Modern medicine can't fix this," Xun observed.

After extracting Yangliu Po's location and Xie Xin's photos, Qin turned to logistics.

Xun lifted his blade. "Airport security."

"How'd you get here from Qingcheng Mountain?"

"Borrowed the gatekeeper's crane."

Qin blinked. "...We're raiding Yin Hongning's Cosmic Bag."

At Dongzhou University, archaeology student Yin Hongning arrived sweating, clutching a brocade pouch. "Bad omens, Qin-ge. This trip—"

Qin ruffled his hair. "With Xun here? Unless heaven drops a god on us, I'm golden."

The Kunwu Blade vanished into the pouch. Twelve hours later, their rented Jeep bucked Yangliu Po's cratered roads—a "recently paved" trail to nowhere.