This book is also called: The God-Killing Code
"This child cannot be kept!"
The old man with a white beard swept away the ice from the corners of the eaves with his whisk, and nine life lamps exploded one after another outside the delivery room. Ling Qingyuan's hair was messy, she bit the tip of her tongue and drew a reverse yin and yang curse on the baby's forehead: "Use my piano heart as the lock, seal your demon blood as the key..."
Eighteen years later, the fingertips of the woman in the ice coffin moved slightly, and a drop of blood and tears fell into the void...
