[Anime Fanfiction] + [Transmigrate] + [System] + [Passionate] + [Ensemble Cast]
There are five types of guardian spirits: human martial spirits, beast martial spirits, immortal martial spirits, demon martial spirits, and divine martial spirits.
They all originate from the souls of the dead.
But Jiang Yan's three hadn't died.
The rule of Rakshasa Street: offer up one living person every three months to feed the thing beneath the altar, in exchange for three months of peace.
No one who went up on the altar ever came back alive.
On Jiang Yan's third day after transmigrating, he was pushed onto the altar.
He had only three copper coins to his name.
He bet every last coin on himself.
He could see the lingering obsession of any spirit.
What it wanted most, what it feared most, and why it still remained here.
Others subdued the dead by fighting them.
He did it by asking, "What's your name?"
The evil spirits devouring people on Rakshasa Street had all once been Guardian Generals.
They hadn't been killed by evil spirits.
They had been killed by an order.
