A wordless book falling from the sky, a mysterious crystal skull, a difficult vampire race, a lost ancient civilization, a difficult way to survive through cultivation, and a bloody mission to save the earth.
Ye Ziwen: You damn bat, get out of here, you are in my way.
Yang Han: Dear little leaf, please take me home. I can warm the bed, roll around like a baby, and beg to be taken care of. . .
Ye Ziwen:. . . . . .