Introduction to "Half Soul Living in the Moon":
The solitary grave in the mass grave holds half a piece of bronze. In the lapel of young Ah Chen's clothes, there is an ancient book that can breathe. Those three hundred years of moonlight that had been chewed up by the corpse breath were soaked in the folds of the pages - the corpse-suppressing department's frost flower token reflected the blood, the demon-suppressing department's rebirth token was wrapped with vines, and the fragments around his neck were waiting to be combined with his other self to form a complete picture of yin and yang.
The medicinal fragrance of the Sky Fox entwined the fox tail, and the Corpse Suppressor's frost blade picked up the star. When the three shadows held hands among the vines in the Ten Thousand Corpses Cave, the vine roots had already bloomed on the dead bones. During the pursuit in Heifeng Ridge, shadows were forming webs in the snow; beside the spring in Changbai Mountain, corpse evil was spitting out scarlet tides. The bronze seal was broken and rounded, like the half-soul in his body, always counting the growth rings of the forget-me-not in the gap between "devil" and "human".
When the fox roars of the Five Immortals clan shocked the blood clouds, and when the shadow demons of Qingyun Pavilion chewed up the stars, he finally saw clearly in the blue light of the soul-suppressing seal: the so-called fate was just to let the snow three hundred years ago fall on the dust three hundred years later. Should I be a demon that devours the human world, or is it a dust that protects the human world?
When the forgetwort climbed onto his wrist and frost fell on the tassel of her sword, the blood-soaked prophecies in the ancient books finally emerged——
"The so-called soul-suppressing thing is just letting Gu Chen catch the falling human being."
