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fig. posthumous reputation
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I was born a dead man, was raised in a coffin by my righteous father, relying on him to buy his life with the yellow spring to buy money. <br />After my righteous father left, I can only go into the wronged soul cave in order to live, to a coffin three worship nine kowtow, worship corpse as a teacher, lift the coffin and bury the ghosts, like all generations of coffins door as a lifetime with a thousand strange evil spirits entangled. <br />Nine peaks to suppress the corpse, the sea of blood floating coffins, white bones to build a city ......<br />Burying ghosts, burying people, burying demons...