Lighting lamps at midnight, crossing the soul across the river, Luo Xi is the last direct descendant of the Zhang family to pass away the yin, and is also the only recognized messenger between the yin and yang worlds.
She walked through the Manjushahua on the Huangquan Road, listened to the cries of the ghosts who died in vain, guarded the soul-suppressing pendant passed down from her ancestors, sent her last words of concern to the people in the world of the world, and died for the souls in the underworld but not the fate of the mortal world.
But no one knows that what the people in the underworld have passed down from generation to generation is not only the ability to transfer souls, but also a ban that has been sealed for thousands of years - never transfer a soul with blood, and never interact with the Lord of the Underworld... Until that rainy night, a young man covered in blood knocked on her door. He was not a person from the upper world, and he was not a soul from the underworld, but he held half of a jade pendant engraved with the Zhang family totem and asked her: "Can I transfer a living soul?"
From then on, the order of the yin and yang world began to collapse, the dead ghost broke through reincarnation, and Hei Wuchang held a chain to demand his life. Even the life-saving soul lamp on Luo Xi's wrist made a shrill and desperate sound in the middle of the night.
She was shocked to realize that the rules she had followed for half her life had always been a carefully crafted scam. The fate of the Zhang family, from the day it was born, was destined to be buried in the gap between yin and yang.
When the last bang of the clapper sounded in the middle of the night, Luo Xi was squatting under the old locust tree and burning paper money.
The ashes of the paper money were swept up by the night wind, swirling and falling to her feet, like a group of wandering spirits that refused to disperse. She held a yellow talisman between her fingertips, and the cinnabar at the end of the talisman was still full of heat, reflecting the light in her eyes that was darker than the night.
"Name.
Luo Xi's voice was very light, as light as the fog on the road to Huangquan, falling on the translucent figure in front of her.
