Deep in Yongxiang, Lin Yan, the young shopkeeper of "Wenxiang Pavilion", just wants to guard his ancestral shop and hide his overly sensitive nose and its troublesome ability to "smell" evil among thousands of chaotic smells.
Until the daughter of the Liu Mansion in the west of the city suddenly died in her boudoir. The death was strange, and the only thing left at the scene was a frightening aroma that was as sweet as putrefaction. The powerful Master Liu knelt down in person, and Lin Yan was forced to step into the embroidered building as gorgeous as a tomb.
Under the sweet fragrance, he "smelled" the deepest fear frozen in the air before the death of the deceased. This incense is by no means ordinary, it is a weapon carefully prepared to induce inner demons.
Just as he was struggling to identify the scent and trying to trace it, Liu Zhiyan, the handsome eldest son of the Liu family who had just returned home, gave him a meaningful smile.
"The incense used by the murderer," Liu Zhiyan's voice was as gentle as a feather, but every word was startling. "The most crucial undertone seems to be... Subtly similar to the cold incense you always carry on your body, sir?"
Lin Yan's expression suddenly changed.
Impossible. He had only "smelled" that cold and empty echo from the land of corpses in one place - that was the past that he had deliberately forgotten. It was the aura of the dead that should only exist in the forbidden ancient "soul connection".
The scent was like a chain, trapping him tightly in the trap. The secrets of the high sect, the lost evil recipes, the frame-up... And the noble young master who looks as gentle as jade, but has endless mist behind his eyes.
When the strange fragrance floated again and the next undead melody played, Lin Yan knew that he must use this pair of noses that can smell evil to sniff out the way out of the pervasive fragrance...
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Deep in Yongxiang, Lin Yan, the young shopkeeper of "Wenxiang Pavilion", just wants to guard his ancestral shop and hide his overly sensitive nose and its troublesome ability to "smell" evil among thousands of chaotic smells.
Until the daughter of the Liu Mansion in the west of the city suddenly died in her boudoir. The death was strange, and the only thing left at the scene was a frightening aroma that was as sweet as putrefaction. The powerful Master Liu knelt down in person, and Lin Yan was forced to step into the embroidered building as gorgeous as a tomb.
Under the sweet fragrance, he "smelled" the deepest fear frozen in the air before the death of the deceased. This incense is by no means ordinary, it is a weapon carefully prepared to induce inner demons.
Just as he was struggling to identify the scent and trying to trace it, Liu Zhiyan, the handsome eldest son of the Liu family who had just returned home, gave him a meaningful smile.
"The incense used by the murderer," Liu Zhiyan's voice was as gentle as a feather, but every word was startling. "The most crucial undertone seems to be... Subtly similar to the cold incense you always carry on your body, sir?"
Lin Yan's expression suddenly changed.
Impossible. He had only "smelled" that cold and empty echo from the land of corpses in one place - that was the past that he had deliberately forgotten. It was the aura of the dead that should only exist in the forbidden ancient "soul connection".
The scent was like a chain, trapping him tightly in the trap. The secrets of the high sect, the lost evil recipes, the frame-up... And the noble young master who looks as gentle as jade, but has endless mist behind his eyes.
When the strange fragrance floated again and the next undead tune played, Lin Yan knew that he must use his nose that can smell evil to sniff out the way out of the mist of fragrance and sniff out the truth.
Even if the truth comes out, it will be one step ahead...
Deep in Yongxiang, Lin Yan, the young shopkeeper of "Wenxiang Pavilion", just wants to guard his ancestral shop and hide his overly sensitive nose and its troublesome ability to "smell" evil among thousands of chaotic smells. Until the daughter of the Liu Mansion in the west of the city suddenly died in her boudoir. The death was strange, and the only thing left at the scene was a frightening aroma that was as sweet as putrefaction. The powerful Master Liu knelt down in person, and Lin Yan was forced to step into the embroidered building as gorgeous as a tomb. Under the sweet fragrance, he "smelled" the deepest fear frozen in the air before the death of the deceased. This incense is by no means ordinary, it is a weapon carefully prepared to induce inner demons. Just as he was struggling to identify the scent and trying to trace it, Liu Zhiyan, the handsome eldest son of the Liu family who had just returned home, gave him a meaningful smile. "The incense used by the murderer," Liu Zhiyan's voice was as gentle as a feather, but every word was startling. "The most crucial undertone seems to be... Subtly similar to the cold incense you always carry on your body, sir?" Lin Yan's expression suddenly changed. Impossible. He had only "smelled" that cold and empty echo from the land of corpses in one place - that was the past that he had deliberately forgotten. It was the aura of the dead that should only exist in the forbidden ancient "soul connection". The scent was like a chain, trapping him tightly in the trap. The secrets of the high sect, the lost evil recipes, the frame-up... And the noble young master who looks as gentle as jade, but has endless mist behind his eyes. When the strange fragrance floated again and the next undead tune played, Lin Yan knew that he must use his nose that can smell evil to sniff out the way out of the mist of fragrance and sniff out the truth. Even if the truth comes out, it will be one step ahead...