"All things have spirits, and old things harbor resentment."
"You repair old things, and I'll repair you."
In the "relics" restoration room in Jiangnan Old Street, Yan Sui is known as a cold person.
She is good at repairing old things and can also empathize with the obsessions of the dead. Dressed in plain clothes, with a soft heart, he was born to be a soul-carrying spirit, and he has always been able to bear the sorrows and resentments in the world that have no place to rest. He is used to seeing life and death, and is deeply mired in past regrets. He has always been pure in heart and has few desires, and seems to be indifferent to the world.
Until that day, Zhou Wan, an antique hunter wearing a motorcycle leather jacket, broke into her peaceful world unexpectedly.
Zhou Wan, the most unruly living body formation eye on the road.
The blood-weeping blind butterfly is branded on the back of his hand. He was born with the fate of sacrifice for a hundred years, and his mind is gnawed at by the whispers of residual thoughts all day long. His temper is sharp and sharp, harder than the demolition hammer he carries with him.
At first glance, she focused on the Republic of China opera fan in Yan Sui's hand that was filled with a century of resentment.
When they first met, they were arrogant and reckless, and they fought each other, but at the moment when Yan Sui was attacked by a resentful spirit and his soul was shattered,
The pure Yang evil spirit and hot flesh and blood served as her only anchor in the world when she fell into the abyss.
An opera fan pulls out the broken strings of a pipa, bloody clothes and rusty scissors, and an ancient mirror of fate.
Four evil objects with butterfly patterns and four centuries-old wishes peel away the blind butterfly soul-eating formation that the Chen family has relied on for generations to maintain its destiny through human sacrifice.
Yan Sui fell into a fantasy world and experienced hundreds of years of wasted death, women's sacrifice, and the overwhelming pain of fate;
Zhou Wan stood in reality, holding a hammer to break evil spirits, blocking disasters alone, and smashing all illusions and evil spirits for her.
The iron law of the prophecy in the mirror is established: the day the situation is broken, heaven and man are destined to be separated forever.
None of the formation eyes and spirit warriors of the past generations have escaped the end of disintegration.
She is a soul-carrying person who carries all kinds of grievances, she is gentle and fragile.
She is the living eye that locks her fate, and it is difficult to survive alone.
The chess game unfolds, the chess players set up the game, the dead souls are trapped in the formation, and fate is overwhelming.
Two souls who were supposed to be lonely to the end, side by side in the abyss again and again, are bound to their bones and their hearts are fused.
Later, the wind and rain fell, the chess game ended, and all the centuries-old shackles were shattered.
Black Butterfly's evil thoughts were dissipated, the cause and effect of the sacrifice was cleared, and the prophecy was finally reversed by his own hands.
Someone asked about their relationship.
Yan Sui held strong tea to wash away the old dust on his fingertips, and said coldly and gently: "She is my knife, protecting me every year."
Zhou Wan leaned against the doorframe, twirling the lighter lightly with his fingertips, all the madness in his eyes turned into tenderness and indulgence: "She is my life, she will give me my way back to the world."
"I will break with you, and then live with you."
Overcoming a hundred years of destiny, breaking away from the established separation.
The abyss falls together, and the fireworks return together.
From now on, the old things are safe, the world is sunny, we stay together day and night, and live in peace year after year.
Purpose: to explore the historical truth by restoring old objects, and to show the trust and two-way redemption between women across life and death.