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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.

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Saga of the Tomb Raiders

Chapter 10: Yangliu Po's Plague

Village chiefs fawned over their faux-philanthropist cover story. Qin promised a library and sports field (Mr. Wang's wallet groaned silently).

Drinking rice wine with locals, Qin steered talk to last year's支教 volunteers. The accountant slammed his cup. "Liu Tiesheng! Filthy dog!"

The tale unfolded: Liu, the village pariah—thief, peeping Tom, would-be predator—had fixated on Xie Xin. After her midnight chase for a lamb led to the abandoned temple, Liu's nightly stalkings cut the支教 short.

"Now he's... broken," the chief said. "Hides like a rat."

Liu's hovel reeked of woodsmoke and madness. The man cowered over roasted potatoes, eyes vacant.

Qin flashed Xie Xin's photo. "You killed her?"

"Dead! I killed! Killed!" Liu gibbered.

"Temple ghosts! No go!" Liu shrieked.

A neighbor intervened, hauling out village records. The crumbling temple's history oozed blood: bandits, a vengeful feng shui master, dismembered corpses birthing a wraith that slaughtered its creators.

Under moonglow, Qin and Xun picked through the ruins. Crumbling walls held no obvious malice—yet.

Yangliu Po’s Plague