The decadent and silent talisman master is attacked by the white-cut, black, poor-mouthed and fierce ghost
He always feels that bad people are worthy of bad views, and it is strange that the incense continues. There is only a cold family memorial tablet here, accompanying Jun Ji to sit there day after day. His family was ruined and he was so distraught that he no longer had the desire to speak. It was too hard to even raise his eyes to look out the window. He only told people's fortunes about life and death, and the talismans he drew were all waste paper, and there was an unbreakable deathly silence around him. He had long been integrated with this broken outlook, and could be said to be brothers in distress.
But a ghost showed up uninvited. Shi Wan smiled frivolously and leaned in front of him, speaking in a casual and unscrupulous tone: "Sir, in this view, even the ghosts are too lonely to come. I am different. I will accompany you." He raised his hand to touch the young man's pale cheek, but his fingertips penetrated directly through the body and fell into the air.
But Jun Ji showed no response and remained as silent as stone. He is not afraid of ghosts, nor does he care about life or death. Shi Ji just stayed in the view, sitting silently with him during the day, and at night, he used ghost magic, gently blowing the waste paper talisman on the table, flicking the flickering wick, hoping that Jun Ji would see him more, using this intangible way to pretend to be with him for a long time. In the dead silence, there is an extra ghost. But that's fine, there won't be nothing but emptiness left every day, at least that's what he thinks now.
Purpose: Don't regard hypocrisy as salvation. It will only cause harm in the end.
