He died violently, crying before death - "I can't survive the weak crown!"
When I was three years old, my father dug out a thousand-year-old stele from the back mountain. My name was engraved on it: Gu Changsheng's Tomb. He went crazy on the spot and disappeared into the rainy night.
At the age of eighteen, I was sent to Xuanqing Mountain to learn Taoism. The first night I lived in the woodshed, black water seeped out of the cracks in the wall—underneath the entire house was a thousand-year-old ghost grave. In the sea of consciousness, a woman with nine Dao lines smiled at me: "You still have three years to live. After three years, this body - belongs to me."
In order to survive, I had to sign a contract with her: seal the hundred ghosts in exchange for my life.
The Sword Fool of the Huashan Chunyang Sect, the Talisman Manghan of the Gezaoshan Lingbao Sect, and the Nine-foot Baldhead of the Wudang Zhenwu Xuanwu Sect—the three people who came to kill me were deceived into becoming brothers in life and death.
We join forces to slay demons, suppress ghosts, and destroy evil formations, and kill all the nine evil spirits of the Blood Spirit Sect along the way. But in front of the last formation, I discovered a truth that silenced everyone——
On that thousand-year-old tombstone, there was also a line of small words scraped off by my father:
"This body is bound to die. Only by replenishing one's life with a hundred ghosts can one gain a glimmer of immortality."
It turns out that from the cry of blood of a thousand foxes to the contract of a hundred ghosts, from the digging of monuments at the age of three to the calamity of reaching the crown——
Every step is a trap set by myself three thousand years later.
