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The date marked the birth of Lin Qiuyu, as indicated by her astrological chart. Suddenly, the principal coughed violently, the bloodstains on his handkerchief taking on an eerie blue-purple hue in the firelight. "Do you think destroying the formation will stop it?" He tore open his shirt to reveal a pulsating Seven Star Tattoo beneath his skin. "Her heart has been beating in my chest for fifteen years!"
The ceiling of the Underground Palace suddenly collapsed, and a torrential rain poured down, carrying with it paper money. Chen Mo stumbled upon a cold Jade Tablet among the rubble, its front engraved with the words "Seven Star Master," while the back featured a photograph of the principal alongside an elderly Daoist priest—who bore a Cinnabar Spot on his neck identical to that of the principal.
The Paper Bride's wedding dress rustled ominously in the rain. As it floated behind the principal, a paper hand suddenly reached out and pierced through his chest. The principal looked down in shock, watching as a Gold Thread embroidered Double Lotus sprouted from his heart—the very pattern that should have adorned Lin Qiuyu's wedding dress.
"The time has come." The Paper Man spoke in Lin Qiuyu's voice, as seven figures clad in mourning attire emerged from the ground, their red threads connecting to the principal's Seven Star Tattoo. "It's time to return the stolen lifespan to the Lin Family's Thirty Members."
In the funeral home’s mortuary, the fluorescent lights buzzed ominously as Chen Mo knelt before the corpse of Feng Shui master Yang Bansian. The body’s knees were deeply embedded in the cracks of the blue bricks, as if it had been kneeling there for twenty years, yet its neck still bore a purplish hue from when it was alive.
"The time of death was no more than three hours ago," Forensic Doctor Zhou remarked as he lifted the deceased's eyelid with tweezers. "But rigor mortis is comparable to that of someone who has been dead for seven days." Under the beam of a flashlight, Yang Bansian’s pupils reflected an image of someone in a wedding dress; the Gold Thread Double Lotus bloomed like blood-red patterns across his iris.
Chen Mo pried open the corpse's tightly clenched right hand, and a blood-stained fragment of a marriage certificate fell away. The male name section was soaked in dark brown stains, but the date "Jia Shen Year, Jia Xu Month" was clearly visible—this was precisely when Lin Qiuyu was born and when the Lin Family Massacre Case occurred.
"There’s Cinnabar mixed with ashes under his fingernails," Forensic Doctor Zhou said, directing a light at a bag of evidence. The gray-white powder sparkled with flecks of gold leaf. "And there’s also highly pure gold, as if it were scraped from an idol."
As the scalpel sliced into the body, a sudden chill swept through the mortuary. Seven copper coins rolled out from Yang Bansian's stomach and arranged themselves into the Big Dipper on the tiled floor. When Chen Mo crouched down to examine them, he discovered that each coin had a white hair threaded through its hole—exactly matching the hair samples collected from the Principal's Office.
The smell of burning paper money wafted from behind the funeral home. Chen Mo chased after a hunched figure until he reached the ruins of Land God Temple and stepped on an unstable blue brick. Lifting it revealed a rusty cookie tin lying in a hidden compartment, neatly stacked inside were thirty birth certificates.
Each one bore Madam Lin’s name for her baby girl, and at the bottom was Lin Qiuyu’s certificate, signed by Xue Miaoshou—the renowned gynecologist who had gone missing twenty years ago.
"Ding Ling—"
The sound of a copper bell echoed from above. Chen Mo looked up to see the Paper Bride hanging from a Sophora Tree branch, her paper hand dripping Cinnabar below. He drew his Peach Wood Sword to stab at her but only pierced through a Yellow Talismans figure; its blood-painted Seven Star formation mirrored that of the tattoo on the principal's chest.
Suddenly, his phone received an encrypted email from Old Zhang. In surveillance footage from 2003, Yang Bansian entered the principal's hospital room wearing Daoist robes, carrying a Medicine Jar emblazoned with Tong Ren Tang’s logo. Beneath the principal's hospital bed lay Half Section of Red Silk—its pattern identical to that which wrapped around Lin Qiuyu’s severed finger.
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