Born with a Pure Yin Body, I’m Haunted by the Demon King Every Night

In the morgue, a corpse suddenly sits upright, its blood-red eyes fixed on Mao Youning. It hasn’t come to claim her life. It has come to “feed.”

Mao Youning is the 180th-generation heir of the Mao family, a walking panacea and a prize whose flesh and blood every demon covets. But they don’t know that Mao Youning is just a forensic pathologist with little magical power, barely clinging to life thanks to her family’s ancestral jade pendant.

Then one day, Mao Youning brings home a dying nine-tailed fox from a crime scene. He takes human form, as beautiful as a god and as domineering as a devil. He forces his way into Mao Youning’s home and declares that her body is his “antidote.” Night after night, he demands they cultivate together to prolong his life. He shields Mao Youning from every deadly trace of demonic energy, yet is also like the most perfectly crafted shackle, holding her fast.

Meanwhile, the male ghost who has protected Mao Youning for a hundred years grows increasingly anxious. He seems to know this man and desperately tries to send Mao Youning broken warnings: “Don’t trust him… He’ll… kill you…”

Mao Youning is trapped in a web woven from affection and murderous intent. One is a thousand-year-old demon king who takes her by force and whose life is entangled with hers. The other is an old obsession who silently protects her, yet leaves Mao Youning growing weaker by the day. Whom should Mao Youning trust? Or could it be that neither of them… came to save her?