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uncle Zhao recalled the sacks that were delivered from the kitchen on the seventh of each month, his stomach churning violently. Suddenly, the copper coins emitted a chant, and a staircase formed from the corpses of children lifted him to the surface.
Seizing the opportunity, uncle Zhao grabbed the Telegram, its tattered message revealing a shocking truth: the Nanjing government had long known that Li Zhongwen was using Life Extension's corpse and had dispatched Colonel Sun to confiscate secret letters exchanged with Zhang Tianshi. The date on the letter was from the first year of the Republic of China—back when his master had yet to rise to prominence!
The Dark River boiled as if it were being cooked. Zhang Tianshi approached, stepping on a Copper Coffin, his bronze fingers pressing into an inscription: "Zhu Yuanzhang used nine hundred boys and girls to suppress my spirit; today, I will use a million souls from Jinling City to compensate!"
The Zhenhun Monument exploded with a thunderous roar, and amidst the surging waves of blood, a giant bronze cauldron rose, its surface cast with tormented human faces. uncle Zhao was thrown onto the ear of the cauldron by the shockwave, seeing mercury and corpse oil boiling within.
Zhang Tianshi cut open his wrist, and where Heavenly Blood dripped, scenes from the Hongwu era emerged: a young Taoist being flayed alive, his resentment merging with the Dragon Vein of Yingtianfu. It turned out he was a traitor from the Ming Dynasty's Qintianjian, using Li Zhongwen's hand to reunite souls!
"The time has come." Zhang Tianshi waved his sleeve to lift the lid of the cauldron, and a tremendous sound like an earthquake came from the direction of Li Mansion.
The Telegram in uncle Zhao's arms suddenly ignited; within the flames appeared the phantom of a Barefoot Monk: "Quickly throw the copper coins into the cauldron's eye!"
Looking up, he saw a grotesque face on the belly of the cauldron with a Bagua indentation. The moment he released the copper coin, the entire Dark River stilled like a mirror.
uncle Zhao saw his reflection transform into his younger self, secretly poisoning Li Zhongwen's teacup—on that fateful night, his master had suffered a stroke; it was actually poison! Memories surged back like a tide: he had been an undercover agent for the Revolutionary Party, tasked with investigating collusion between warlords and Demonic Cultivator...
"Bang!"
The sound of the bronze cauldron exploding shattered the illusion. Thousands of Copper Coffins turned to dust as Zhang Tianshi turned to ashes amidst the chanting.
Before uncle Zhao fell into the vortex, he caught sight of Li Zhongwen's pocket watch floating in the blood—inside its cover was embedded Zhang Xiao Zhao; it was a scene of Zhang Tianshi celebrating with his younger self!
"Wake up!"
Cold water splashed on his face as uncle Zhao coughed up Heavenly Blood.
In the morning light stood a young man dressed in a Zhongshan Suit, with an Azure Sky White Sun Badge pinned to his chest.
"Comrade Zhao, the organization has received the urgent telegram you risked your life to send."
The young man helped him sit up, while soldiers behind him were transporting boxes of documents from the Li Mansion. "The Nanjing government has decided to publicly trial the remnants of Li Zhongwen..."
uncle Zhao looked around in confusion; the once grand Li Mansion had been reduced to ruins. Seven charred locust trees lay toppled in a pattern resembling the Big Dipper, and in the tree pits were jars covered in talismans.
As a doctor in a white coat carried out a glass jar from the cellar, he suddenly exclaimed: the fetuses inside had all transformed into black-haired dolls, each inscribed with "Gifted by Zhang Xuanzhen"!
"There’s something suspicious about the remains of the Seven Concubines."
The young man lowered his voice. "Last night, as we prepared them for burial, their faces suddenly transformed into those of female students who went missing in the early years of the Republic of China..."
Before he could finish, a woman's humming echoed from deep within the ruins.
Everyone drew their guns and rushed over, only to find a Red Lacquered Wooden Box buried beneath a broken wall. Inside, seven pieces of Human Skin were neatly stacked, each bearing a tattoo of the Kuomintang emblem on its back!
uncle Zhao felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He recalled Zhang Tianshi's sinister smile before he was Turned to Ashes and the eerie silence that enveloped them when the copper coin fell into the cauldron. The tattoos soaked in formaldehyde were identical to the badge on the young man's chest... A torrential rain suddenly began.
As the young man opened an umbrella, uncle Zhao noticed a copper coin-shaped birthmark appearing on his neck—perfectly matching half a copper coin given to him by the Barefoot Monk!
Memories flashed back to that rainy night ten years ago: he had personally pressed that copper coin into the hands of a dying wandering monk, pleading for him to guide the souls of Seven wrongfully deceased brides... "Comrade Zhao should go to Nanjing to receive his honors."
The young man smiled as he handed over a train ticket; a golden chain glinted on his wrist—identical to the Soul Lock Chain worn by the Seventh Concubine in life.
uncle Zhao gazed out of the train window; in the reflection of the glass, the young man had no pupils, only swirling blood-red Bagua in his eye sockets.
The sound of a train whistle echoed through the platform.
uncle Zhao clenched the fetal doll in his pocket, its icy touch penetrating to his very bones.
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