During the Republic of China, Jiang Jiuge was the 137th generation disciple of Maoshan and the only female successor. She guarded the coffin in Yizhuang, Xiangxi for more than ten years, until her master died, until the living corpse sat up from the coffin, and she received a letter - "Leave Xiangxi and go to Shanghai within seven days after opening. Lin Huairen died."
Then she met Lin Yanzhou.
Wearing a three-piece suit, gold-rimmed glasses with copper wires on his legs, he always holds his compass backwards. He bumped into her in the tea shed and her ears turned red to the tips. The two copper coins on his waist and the ones on her sword rang at the same time - they were refined in the same furnace, and they waited for thirty years before they met.
He is the seventh generation sealer. Container. And the cinnabar on her right arm is engraved with the fate of the first six lives.
Three copper coins and swords were taken apart to press the seal for him, leaving thirty-three out of thirty-six. "Nine Songs" has been buried in her blood for eight lifetimes. The first sentence woke up when she was stepped on by someone - the golden light burned out from the seams of her bones, and the talismans on her entire right arm lit up.
Shanghai Beach is waiting for them. A new sign was hung on the door of Lin's Pawnshop in the French Concession: "Catching Ghosts." In the third window upstairs, the person holding the folding fan was also waiting - after eleven years of waiting, there were twelve fan bones, one of which was dedicated to a deceased junior brother.
"We are not numbers. We are people."
