[Sickly Ghost King Painter × Xuanmen's Cold Heir]
[Live broadcast of ghost painting + blood contract fate + suspense of life experience + falling in love and killing each other]
Chu Wei, a sick man who came out of Qingshan Taoist Temple, was dressed in linen clothes that had turned white from washing. He coughed so much that he could die at any time.
No one knew that the bright red cinnabar on his forehead was the shackles of fate that even his master kept secret.
On the first day after coming down the mountain, he started a live broadcast to sell paintings. Netizens laughed at him for pretending to be a ghost. He pointed his fingertips and the spirit fox that possessed the spirit of the girl knelt down and begged for mercy;
Li Yan: "Joining the Alien Management Center, the salary is negotiable."
Chu Wei coughed and waved his hands: "My body is weak and I will die at any time. No need."
Amid the tide of corpses in She Village, he ran into the arms of Lu Heng—a direct descendant of Qingxu Mountain with a well-established roots, whose purple yang energy made him dizzy.
When Chu Wei saw him for the first time, he felt that this man looked like he was here to do harm to the people and take their lives.
The blood on the man's palm mixed with the red marks on his wrist, and a blood contract was imprinted on him. From then on, their fates were intertwined, and they would never end.
Chu Wei sneered: "Lu Heng, you can't tie me up."
Lu Heng clasped his wrist, ran his fingertips over the red lines, and said in a low voice, "You are the one who draws ghosts to suppress evil, and the only one who can suppress you is me. As for your life experience, I will accompany you to find out."
