Yang buries yin

Children's broken stones are alone, and Yin's body cannot be buried Xuanwu's head held high...I'm Shen Yu, and I'm worried about my life... On the day I was born, there were hundreds of ghosts, and the number of lives per book The day before I was twelve years old, my grandfather used the Promethean to hide the coffin to cover the sky, and the black cat had nine lives to disorderly yin and yang. He pulled my coffin with Xiao Mu and sent it to Xuanqing, Taiqing Mountain. By himself, I stepped on a strange road...