When humans use "resentful shadow" and "serious evil" to name fear, they are destined to not be able to see the roses that have not been sent to the ghost's chest.
Zhao Qingyuan is the most dangerous scavenger of the Soul-Suppressing Division, and is also the human-shaped prisoner of the ferocious beast "Qiongqi". Whenever he reads ghost memories with his eyes, one-third of himself falls into the screams - the admission ticket clenched tightly by the drowned girl, the blackened arms that repeatedly pushed the window open in the fire.
"Don't be soft-hearted, they have eaten people." Master Zhuge Ming wiped the blood-stained compass.
"Have you never eaten anyone?" My good friend Zhang Yunke smiled and handed over an experimental report from 1953. There were finger marks like ice crystals on the edge of the page.
When Zhao Qingyuan grabbed the last fragment of the contract on the top of the bell tower, black flames and golden light tore through the night sky at the same time. He suddenly understood: he was neither the firewood that ignited the sun's fire nor the urn that contained resentment, but the ray of light in between.
Put out the unextinguished cigarette.
