She is the last snake girl in Kirigakure Mountain. She cuts out her heart every month and takes blood to feed the snake spar, maintaining the cage made of lies. He is a medicine collector, but the snake pattern on his wrist is the remnant soul of her lover who disappeared into ashes three hundred years ago.
When Xuan Yi smashed the altar and revealed the bloody truth, Qing Lin realized that the so-called "Guardian" group of elders were the traitors of the Taoist sect who massacred her entire family. Every time she took a sip of the life-sustaining medicinal soup, the broken eyes of her petrified sister floated.
Fate forces her to make a choice: cut out the heart of her lover and awaken the true form of the snake mother, or let the common people be annihilated by the poisonous miasma? What was entangled in the dark night was not only the tearing of the snake's tail and legs, but also the taboo soaked in blood and tears in reincarnation - it turned out that they were twin gods torn apart by the snake mother, and each embrace accelerated each other's demise.
"If I am destined to die in your hands..." Qing Lin stabbed the snake spar into Xuan Yi's heart, but his petrified fingertips touched the marriage letter he had collected three hundred years ago, "Please remember, every peeling scale of mine is the obsession of not drinking Meng Po soup in reincarnation."
The twin stone statues on the top of Kirigakure Mountain are entangled forever. When the first ray of morning light pierced the poisonous miasma, people saw an unprecedented spectacle unfolding on the top of Kirigakure Mountain: the half-snake, half-human woman and the man in green turned into entangled stone statues. In the crystal cluster blooming in their hearts, 365 scales were being reborn and peeled off in a cycle. The gentians at the foot of the mountain were suddenly dyed indigo, and each leaf vein meandered into the shape of acacia.
It turns out that the most poisonous curse is to be willing to be imprisoned in reincarnation and wait for you; the deepest evil is to continue to write the unfinished half-page love poem even at the cost of life.
