#TGCFfanfic #TranslationOfRelics snippet from chapter 1
The ghost babbles, proclaiming it equally likely to be a forgotten treasure, a storied weapon, a cursed or holy relic, any of which would surely enrich Chengzhu's treasury. The box is long, narrow, could easily hold a cursed sword. Not an unexciting bet. He might even consider letting luck take its course for such an adequate offering. Evens for the gambler, odds for the house.
He was wrong to let it fall to chance.
He won anyway.
He sent the box to paradise manor with instruction for Yin Yu to investigate and open it if possible for his later evaluation. It's so well sealed there's certainly no rush.
He remains at the den until the sun should be rising.
Too long. It took him too long. Why didn't he return immediately. He could have ripped the casket apart right there. He should have done better.
He leaves to follow up on a sighting of a white clothed Daozhang in the west.
Nearly a week passes before he returns to paradise manor. Another two days pass before he grows bored enough to investigate his winnings. Only the two outer two layers have been cracked. The third is sealed with near heavenly power. The talismans crumble under a light brush of his fingertips.
The box is large and oddly shaped. Even the innermost layer nearly half the height of a man. At this size it could well be a blade. He is always interested to expand his collection.
There is no treasure.
There is no sword.
There is a cursed relic.
A dark and bloodied dowel is driven through the bare thigh of a leg disarticulated from the rest of the body at the hip. At the ankle of this leg rests a cursed shackle.
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