From Fengdu Palace to Jiuchongtian

The rain curtain tore at the iron roof of the funeral home. Xuan Qing, a nineteen-year-old night watchman, tapped his fingertips on the table. He looked at the twisted tree shadows outside the glass, and his pupils reflected a scarlet color invisible to ordinary people - that was the girl from the Li family who jumped into the river three days ago. She was currently wearing a rotten red wedding dress, and her fingernails scratched the iron window of the duty room. Xuanqing! Something happened in the back mountain! Lin Wanqiu rushed out from the inner room with a stack of autopsy reports. The hem of her white coat was stained with the unique smell of disinfectant in funeral homes. The girl who always left hot porridge for him at four o'clock in the morning, her lenses were fogged up at the moment, and the Li family members said... She saw the shadow in the red wedding dress floating among the tombstones. Xuan Qing put the yellowed collection of "Redress of Injustices" into the drawer, and his fingertips touched the Qinglong Yanyue pendant around his neck. The meteorite iron pendant suddenly became hot - this magical weapon tempered by Lu Zu's pure Yang fire would only awaken when encountering chaos. Lin Wanqiu suddenly grabbed his cuff and handed over a syringe: This is a newly prepared sedative, which may help... She always lowered her head to push up her glasses when she spoke, but Xuanqing could clearly see that her pupils were glowing with a dark gold that was different from ordinary people... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.