Gu Yan, a modern social animal, died suddenly while working overtime, and when he opened his eyes again, he became an "alien object" waiting to die in the dungeon of the Demon Suppression Department.
Outside the Xuantie prison door, the cold man in a moon-white brocade robe, Shen Che, twisted the demon-suppressing talisman between his fingertips. His eyes were colder than ice: "In three days, I will burn myself in sacrifice to the tower. Don't struggle."
Gu Yan smiled. He swept the project from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and he never accepted his fate——
He hid the broken pieces of porcelain mixed with cinnabar and scratched the palm of his hand. He took advantage of the evil spirit to escape and knocked open the cell door, only to run into Shen Che who was turning back. The moment the sword edge reached his throat, he saw a hint of surprise in the opponent's black eyes, rather than pure murderous intent.
"You are different from those foreign objects."
A whisper, entangled in countless life and death confrontations in the future.
He is the guardian passed down from generation to generation by the Demon Suppression Department, and the evil power that can destroy the world is sealed in his body. Under the white shirt, there is a cruelty towards the common people, and also a struggle that no one knows; he is an intruder from another world, with modern cunning and resilience, but in each confrontation, he glimpses the heat under the ice shell of the other party.
When the Demon Suppression Division's conspiracy tore through the veil of tenderness, and when Shen Che turned completely dark in order to protect him, the evil power surging in his eyes burned each other——
"Gu Yan, did you know that if I let you go, I would have to pay for the entire Demon Suppression Department?"
"Shen Che, do you know that if I stay, I will fall into the abyss with you?"
The seam of the boundary opened and closed, the soul-suppressing tower shook, and the two people who were supposed to be mortal enemies clenched each other's hands in the shadow of the sword.
Did he lock his life away, or did he enter his bones?
This entanglement that began with imprisonment will end in blood and fire.
