For a ghost who had been suppressed and died in the Black Iron Tomb for eight hundred years, there was no hope of being reborn, but his coffin was struck by a thunderbolt. Come out, come out. When did there be a ghost son in the coffin? Yu Qingcheng's soul is incomplete, her skills are limited, her health tank is depleted, and dungeons are coming one after another. She wanted to ask, how could she upgrade? After a new life, she became a world-famous courtesan and courtesan, obsessed with the world and feared by gods and ghosts. The sworn enemies who were clearly promised to be sworn enemies turned out to be the cold god chasing his wife in the crematorium. He said, you can only be my wife in your past life and this life. As a result, she fell into poverty and fell into poverty. She devoted herself to piecing together a complete self, and he devoted himself to pursuing his wife and doting on her. Playing with ghosts and causing trouble, he laughed and said nothing. The Nine Heavens exerted power to suppress him, but he said coldly: I am here, who dares.
