Xia Mingyu, the lone star of the Tiansha, was imprisoned in the Tianshi Mansion from birth. He had no friends and no freedom.
Until that night, the evil ghost Jiang Zhuo, who had been sealed for thousands of years, broke out of the formation, Xunxun in red, held his chin and chuckled:
"Poor little one, the evil aura on your body smells really delicious."
Xia Mingyu thought she was dead, but saw all the ghosts kneeling down when they saw Jiang Zhuo: "Ghost, Lord Ghost King?!"
Jiang Zhuo lazily hugged him: "Let me introduce you to my new exclusive power bank."
From then on, Xia Mingyu, who had been under the control of the Tianshi Mansion for eighteen years, was carried around the world by evil spirits.
The Tianshi Mansion was furious: "Xia Mingyu! Go back to the mountain gate and be punished!"
Jiang Zhuo casually flicked his fingers, and the plaque on the mountain gate shattered: "Is it your turn to take care of my people?"
On the road to slaying ghosts——
Xia Mingyu: "This fierce ghost is so fierce..."
Jiang Zhuo: "Ferocious? I'll let him dance for you to cheer you up."
Until one day, Xia Mingyu found Jiang Zhuo staring at his sleeping profile late at night.
Jiang Zhuo rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips and said in a low voice:
"After raising it for so long, it's time to collect some interest."
"Don't be afraid, I'll just take a bite."
