>I inherited an ancient house in the south of the Yangtze River, along with a copy of "The Code" and a handsome husband.
>Rule No. 1: Always trust your husband.
>But when I found out that my husband was a house spirit, and every antique in the house contained cannibalism rules, I tore up the terms of trust.
>He grabbed my throat and chuckled: "Madam, you want to break the contract? Then let's turn it into a collection together."
>Later I held up the broken page of the genealogy and sneered: "A hundred years ago you trapped him to death with rules. Today I use rules to liberate him."
>"The price?" He kissed the blood off my fingertips, "It will cost you all your lives."
