Introduction
Everyone said that my brother was killed by me.
His name is Yan Qimo, and he is a painter. He has painted landscapes all his life, but I am the one who paints the most.
My name is Yan Zhiyu. I am a sprinter. I run like I am dying. My brother said that he would be scared every time he saw me crossing the finish line - as if I was running too fast for him to catch up.
Later he really couldn't catch up.
He died when I was eighteen.
The cause of death was unknown, with organ failure and doctors saying it was a rare disease. But I know it's not. Because there is a diary hidden in his drawer, which is filled with the same sentence: "Give him my life and let him live well."
I don't know what he is talking about. Until I die.
I slit my wrists in front of my brother's grave and wore the running shoes he gave me. I thought I could see him after I died, but what I saw——
He is the supreme king of the ghost world.
The man wearing a mask and sitting on a throne of bones took off his mask to reveal a face that looked exactly like mine.
He looked at me, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against his bones:
"Qimo, I've been waiting for you for a hundred years."
He said that we are ghost axes and miraculous craftsmen in the divine world. We fell in love with each other in the previous life and violated the laws of heaven. He was thrown into the mortal world and died of depression. He was imprisoned in a heavenly prison and destroyed his soul. He fell into the ghost world and became the king of ghosts - the price was not to be able to see his lover for a hundred years.
God of Love gives us a chance to be reincarnated.
But the ghost king was reincarnated and could not survive to adulthood.
So my brother gave me his lifespan so that I could grow up safely. The price is himself——
Short life and death.
He waited for me for a hundred years in my previous life.
Now that I have become the King of Ghosts, I will definitely live up to him
