Everyone in Qinghe Village knows that children who died young are buried in mass graves, and no one wants or cares about them. Ah Chou happened to pick up a little boy dug out of the soil from there. He was cold all over, with red pupils. He couldn't cry or laugh. He could only hold her fingers and call her in a hoarse voice: "Sister."
She named him Fengchun. May he be a dead tree and come back to life again. Later, during the catastrophic incident, he fell into her arms, his body as cold as a piece of ice. Everyone said he was dead. Later, she saw a small hand emerging from the soil in the medicine garden of the Immortal Cultivation Sect. The muddy boy tilted his head to look at her, his pupils brighter than three years ago. He stretched out his muddy fingers, gently poked her cheek, and called her:
"Sister, I found you."
But there is no room in this world for a monster called "The Crying Corpse King". Zhengdao is encircling and suppressing, the sect has set up a trap, and everyone wants her to hand over this younger brother.
She held his hand tightly, stood at the place pointed by ten thousand swords, and said:
"He is not called the Heavenly Crying Corpse King."
"His name is Lin Fengchun. He is my younger brother."
Withered trees come spring.
She is his spring.
Purpose: In this world, people are divided into three, six or nine categories in the name of good and evil; she wants to plant the cleanest flowers in the dirtiest soil.