I Raise Yin Fire at the Funeral Home

At 3 a.m., do not open the door of Cold Storage Room No. 3. Do not enter the morgue alone. If you hear noises at night, ignore them. Wang Xiaokai didn't take these three rules seriously. As a loser with no education, no savings, and kicked out by his landlord, he was lucky to find a night job at a funeral home—how could he be picky? Until that drowned corpse knocked on the cold storage door in the middle of the night. Knock, knock, unhurried, making his scalp tingle. And awakening the black flame in his left palm that had burned for twenty-three years without anyone knowing. Evil corpses, vengeful ghosts, life-stealing sorcery, true and false young masters... Wang Xiaokai thought he had just encountered something supernatural, but never expected that behind every strange event, they were all coming for him alone. Cultivators call him "cauldron", the Dragon Palace calls him "key", and even the ancestor of the East Sea is waiting for the flame in his palm. The old Wang family mansion that was exterminated thirty years ago, his missing sword-keeper mother, the blood debt of Dragon Abyss owed from a past life, The brighter this flame burns, the faster the secrets buried for two generations are uncovered. So what if he's a loser? Even a loser holds a sword that can slay dragons. Yin fire burns all ghosts under heaven, one sword cleaves open the East Sea gate. Tonight, the door of the funeral home rings again. Three long, two short. A repeat customer has arrived. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: I Raise Yin Fire at the Funeral Home — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠