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Ten years ago, when the Magistrate died suddenly, the patch that Coroner peeled off from the corpse looked just as tattered.
As the morning mist rolled over Azure Stone Slab Street, Chen Siye discovered that the Contract Document had transformed in the morning light. The previously blank spaces were now filled with dense, tiny characters, which upon closer inspection turned out to be the corpse-restraining technique recorded in the Innocent Record. At the bottom, a dark red official seal appeared, inscribed with the words " Underworld Judge."
In the backyard of the Coffin Shop, the Old Huai Tree suddenly withered, its bark covered in bloody handprints. While Chen Siye was burning mugwort to fumigate the coffin, he heard a giggling sound coming from the air holes, as if someone was peering out through a copper coin eye.
At a quarter past noon, the Temple Keeper of City God Temple rushed in anxiously, exclaiming, "Master Chen, come quick! A new grave has appeared at West Suburb Chaos Burial Ground, and your Birth Date and Time are inscribed on the tombstone!" The old man pulled out a handful of soil from the grave, mixed with several bloodied nails—identical to those embedded in the Silver Ingot's holes.
The sound of a bangzi echoed like it was coming from underwater, muffled and reverberating through the thick fog. Chen Siye fumbled in the dark to tie the coffin onto the cart; the Golden Silk Nanmu glimmered with an eerie sheen under the moonlight. He had deliberately stuffed a consecrated copper coin into one of the air holes, but it seemed to react like a living thing, contracting slightly.
The wild dogs at West City Mass Grave were unusually quiet tonight. As the wheels rolled over the gravel road, Chen Siye felt as if something inside the coffin was shifting. Suddenly, the cart sank down with a creak of its axle, groaning under an unbearable weight as if something heavy had pressed down from nowhere.
The white lantern outside Yizhuang abruptly turned scarlet. Just as Chen Siye raised his hand to knock on the door, a mass of wet hair surged out from the crack, wrapping around his wrist and pulling him toward the door. He grabbed a Peach Wood Nail from the cart and thrust it down; the hair emitted a shrill scream like that of a crying baby before retreating into darkness.
When the coffin hit the ground, it cracked open slightly. Chen Siye caught sight of a One-Eyed Heron dripping Black Blood on the patch of fabric on the corpse's official robe. Even more horrifying was that pressed against the corpse's chest was a Bagua Bronze Mirror; its surface had flipped over at some point, reflecting not the corpse's face but that of a disheveled woman.
"This mirror..." Cold sweat drenched Chen Siye's back. He remembered clearly that when they placed it in the coffin last night, it had been facing inward. Just as he reached out to adjust it, the corpse's right hand suddenly lifted, its purplish nails scratching across his hand and drawing blood.
At three quarters past Hour of the Rabbit, Chen Siye fled Yizhuang as if escaping for his life. The scent of burning paper wafted through the morning mist, reminiscent of someone incinerating Joss Paper. Passing by City God Temple, he inexplicably turned in and lit three sticks of incense.
Suddenly, a flame burst forth from one of the eternal lamps on the Offering Table, revealing a face bleeding from all seven orifices—it was none other than that Melon Hat Guest from last night.
In the backyard of the Coffin Shop, the Old Huai Tree had suddenly sprouted tree tumors resembling human faces overnight. Chen Siye grabbed an axe, and as the blade made contact with the bark, sparks flew.
The tumor split open with a crack, revealing a murky eyeball that stared intently at the Soul-Suppressing Coffin. Just past the Hour of the Goat, Shopkeeper Zhang from the Paper Effigy Shop arrived, carrying a jug of Realgar Wine. As he stepped over the threshold, his expression changed dramatically. "Brother Chen, the Yin Qi in your shop is heavier than Luanzanggang!" Before he could finish speaking, a scratching sound echoed from the backyard, like nails scraping against the coffin lid. Seventy-two Demon-Subduing Talismans bulged on the Coffin Lid, as if countless faces were trying to break through.
When the two of them lifted the Coffin Lid, a surge of Black Blood gushed out. Instead of a Corpse lying inside, there was only a pool of foul-smelling blood. Floating in the blood were several strands of grayish-white hair, which upon closer inspection formed the character "injustice," meaning "grievance."
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