When you open your eyes at night, mortal bones can also calm the underworld.
The crematorium of the funeral home oozes scarlet blood at midnight, the corpses in the morgue climb out of the corpse well, and the life-sustaining pills of the rich contain infant spirits crying - this city is sick, and the disease lies in the gap where the gate of hell opened twenty years ago.
Jiang Liang, a night watchman who saves lives and suppresses demons, sweeps the ashes with his hunched back during the day, and dips cinnabar copper coins into pieces to smash century-old zombies at night. He held the soul-calling bell of the funeral parlor in his left hand, and the "Demon Suppression Illustration" left by his father in his right hand. During the siege of the ten major sects, he forged himself into the most contradictory blade in the world.
"The fate of the demon-suppressing lineage is to nail yourself to the junction of yin and yang."
When ghosts around the world swallowed up the lights of the world, Jiang Liang dragged the bones of the corpse into Fengdu. The Soul Beating Whip shattered the eighteen layers of hell, and the Ten Thousand Talisman Forbidden Technique burned away the last three days of Yangshou, and all he left to the world was a mortal body blocked in front of the crack.
The blood-stained robe was brought back to the world by a black cat, the right eye of the child in the orphanage glowed with a dark golden light, and in the iron box in the basement of the funeral home - the head of the Blood Buddha was waiting for the next reincarnation.
Only when ordinary people's obsession burns through the ninth level of the netherworld will they know that mountains and seas can be leveled, and destiny can be reversed.
