Lin Yue tried to settle the case many times without success.
After many failed attempts, her soul was broken into millions of pieces, and she became the most special existence in the underworld - the Soul Breaker. It cannot survive alone, it may dissipate at any time, neither up nor down, neither dead nor alive.
When I woke up, there was a small boat parked in the fog.
The people on the boat wear masks and hold short oars. Their bodies are as cold as the moon, called Shen Mian.
Shen Mian is Xuan Ming. There are no more than ten Xuanmings in the underworld, and each one rows a small boat to ferry the wandering souls who died with hatred through the sea of karma mirrors and send them back.
And on her boat, there was Lin Yue—the soul-crusher who could disperse at any time.
Lin Yue hated this kind of dependence. I hate that I can't even die, I hate that I have to follow this silent rower.
But the boat passed through the white mist, crossed the mirror of karma, and passed countless souls with deep obsessions.
She began to piece herself back together, piece by piece.
She began to discover:
Shen Mian knew something she had never told anyone.
The way Shen Mian looked at her was not like looking at a stranger.
The mask of sleep - she couldn't take it off by herself.
Under the mask was a face she had never dared to face.
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In a small boat, I dreamed of entering Furongpu.
Every soul she crosses is crossing her own way back.
Intention: The person you are waiting for is yourself.