"Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, contradictory feelings × guided lover's attack"
The ghost master is attacked by × undead
Chen Yan was born as a ghost master, with a pair of yin and yang eyes and a judge pen. It was his destiny to make wishes for the dead souls. There are only two colors in his world: the red of cinnabar, and the translucent gray of undisturbed souls.
Until that snowy night, he met a young man holding an umbrella.
The man was wearing a faded old-style gown. There was no shadow under the umbrella ribs, but his eyebrows were astonishingly clear. The memories of other undead souls were all fragmented, but he remembered that his name was Shen Qingya, that he was a tablet rubbing apprentice of the Xiling Seal Society during his lifetime, and that he even remembered that he died in the winter of the 26th year of the Republic of China.
But he couldn't remember why he stayed in the world for more than eighty years.
"According to the rules, those with unclear obsessions cannot cross." Chen Yan flipped through the book of life and death with a calm voice.
"That's not clear." Shen Qingya smiled, and the snow on the edge of the umbrella slid down.
