The two most difficult people to offend in Jian Zong had a falling out. One person died in the turbid sea, and the other climbed to the top of the Immortal Sect.
Five years later, Jiang Shuangchen reshaped his soul and returned to the world, but found a trouble: the price of resurrection was that his mind would be invaded by dead souls of unknown origin at any time.
Today I am walked by a starving ghost, and I want to take a bite of everything I see; tomorrow I am walked by an infatuated ghost, and everyone I see looks like an old lover;
Until one day, a fierce ghost invaded and she almost hurt someone.
The friend patted her shoulder and said, "Resign yourself to your fate. The world needs you, but now the team is short of people." Jiang Shuangchen looked back...
One is an empty young nephew with no past, the other is the new head of the Sword Sect who is not very qualified, and there is a divine bird of unknown age, squatting on the tree and watching.
The senior sister who had been facing tit-for-tat all her life threw her sword over with the same cold expression: "Your sword."
Jiang Shuangchen caught it and thought, this life is more lively than the last one.
The turbid sea is still devouring everything, the skeletons under the moss in the caves, the ships that never return, the chess game between ancestors and heaven... Will those who have been resurrected still hear the howl of the netherworld?
The only thing that is certain is that no matter life or death, success or failure, our names will always be written together.
——Wait a minute. We had promised to have a grudge against each other, but how could we accidentally end up with rice, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea?
[HE / A lot of random fabrication]
Mission: Where there is a will, there is a way
