Qimian has been weak since he was a child, and the Taoist priests told him that he would have a bad life and would not live to be twenty.
When he was nineteen years old, the ghost king Mo Wuyi suddenly arrived.
"Forge a contract with me and I will protect you from death."
In order to survive, Qimian gritted his teeth and agreed.
Unexpectedly, the master-servant contract that was agreed upon actually turned into a marriage contract!
Qimian: "..."
Mo Wuyi: Helplessly, he spread his hands and looked at his ailment with a smile.
Once the contract was formed, Qimian's originally peaceful life was completely overturned by a sudden boulder.
I thought that after signing the contract, I would just have to worry about saving my life, but Mo Wuyi said lightly:
"If you want to survive, you have to accumulate merit and do good deeds."
From then on, the sickly young man was forced to bid farewell to his stable life and embark on the road of building virtue.
In the past, he would fall down when the wind blew, but now he runs forward and backward to save people and solve problems.
Qimian supported her weak body and silently complained accurately in her heart:
"What a bloody day."
