"Is there a Monkey King living in your head?"
"Yes. He also asked me if I wanted revenge."
On a rainy night four years ago, Chen Hao pushed me away and faced the tip of the knife. The blood splattered on my face was warm.
Then I ran. After escaping three streets, I dared to stop and vomit.
Four years later, in front of the tomb, a bronze ring was clasped around the wrist, and gold lines ran under the skin.
The Demon King's agent is watching me from the dark. During the Ghost Festival, he wants to make the entire city an altar to the devil.
I owe my life to my brother. This time, I won't be a deserter.
