Nine Ming Lu

Wu Yan left her soul, Shu demons shed tears, demons and demons strived for honor, and monsters laughed at each other. On the Sansheng Stone, I quite realized the cause. By the Naihe Bridge, the gate and courtyard were desolate. Only in the middle of the night is the night glowing, the lamp is dim and the pistils are about to bloom; the studio is rustling, the case is cold and suspicious, and the pen is written in vain, and the record of the netherworld is continued, which is Jiu Ming. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.