Qiniang has an evil mirror. If you look at the demon once, your life will be shortened by seven days.
She used it to ward off demons, but she never dared to look at herself——
Afraid to see that eight hundred years ago, he slaughtered a demon city with his own hands.
There are more and more white paper flowers in the hair. The man in white has stood on the old locust tree for eight hundred years, delivering flowers one by one.
The paper bride waited for a hundred years, the dream-eating tapir hated for five hundred years, and the painter painted three hundred faces...
Each unit is a person who has waited.
"You will live for seven days if you take a shot of a demon. But some people are worth trading their lives for."
