"You little dummy, splashed water on my shoes again?" Xie Qingci leans against a pillar in the corridor, swinging his wine flask and raising a sharp brow.
Su Wanzhao hunches her shoulders and rubs her hands together, but a sly glint flickers in the corner of her eye. Who would have guessed that this lowly servant, the butt of jokes across the entire sect, had just used modern forensic techniques to identify the fatal knife wound in a missing-girl case while examining a corpse at the funeral home?
When a vengeful spirit wails in her ear, "The formation pattern traps souls," and Xie Qingci's sword reveals a sinister formation on a rotting corpse, they look at each other and laugh, each hiding their own secrets.
"So you're investigating the Dark Luo Cult too?" "Just so we're clear, when I return to normal, you owe me ten jars of Drunken Immortal Wine." Sword and formation, wit and strategy: this bickering pair's partnership will tear open the storm of blood and death beneath a thousand-year-old seal.
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