On the night of the blood moon, my left eye suddenly could see through the life gates of ghosts.
Beiyao swung his sleeves around the neck of the corpse of a weeping girl. When Bei Xi's tarot cards cut the shadow-eating demon's throat, I was squeezing Mao Yichen's neck - the mysterious family leader who rules the dark night. His lips were bloody but he smiled and transferred his spiritual core into my palm.
"Don't touch the restriction of super-level ghosts." His fingertips rubbed the silver curse lines emerging on my wrists, and the temperature in his palms made me panic.
When the three blood moons rise at the same time, the supernatural creatures in the entire other world begin to riot, and the sleeping control power in the bodies of the three of us time travelers is being forcibly awakened by some ancient existence.
Is this a gift from God or a curse from evil spirits?
