Three years ago, the Zhenguo Palace collapsed overnight, and the word "injustice" was written on the Huangquan post, stained by the wind and snow.
Three years later, when Xie Linyuan of Yumian Temple in Dali Temple met the mysterious undertaker Shen Ci.
One person enforces the law, and the other controls corpses. They were enemies of life and death, but they were tied together by a series of murders.
Deaths were demanded in the secret room, Huangquan posts appeared, and witnesses died one after another.
Chased, plotted, desperate, and injured together, they went from testing each other to relying on each other step by step.
He hides his unspeakable difficulties and harbors a blood feud that he dares not forget.
The old snow covers the capital, and injustice awaits the clear snow.
It turns out that the most painful thing is not the hatred, but the deep hatred that makes my heart move.
In this journey of swords and swords, I only want to be with you until the injustice is over.
Intention: - The snow falls silently, injustice has its place, and love has its basis.