The dead person takes three paper ingots and buys the life of the living person. The red sedan chair I built with my own hands carried the living people to the Yin Ruins. I have broken the three iron rules of ancestral training with one stroke. Later I found out - someone lent my hand to do the NiLin game. The soul of the dead buys the life of the living and extends the life of the dying guy. The sedan is the passage and I am the means of transportation. Bite the tip of the tongue and smear the blood to attach it to the spirit, pierce the Yin soldiers, and descend into the Nine Netherworld. Man, I sent the wrong one. Man, I'll snatch it back myself. Deep in the ruins, a voice came chasing after my back...
Wonderful, good