"Wanzi, what is flying in the sky?"
The man in white raised his head and said indifferently: "The ghost screams at night."
The night-crying ghost with the appearance of a child trembled.
"Wanzi, who is the young lady on that tree?"
The man looked steadily and said, "Wu Mei."
The soul wrapped around the trees shook.
"Wanzi, why is your hair white?"
The man said: "I have lived too long."
It's been so long that I don't even know it anymore.
"Wanzi, are you a monster?"
"It's up to you." I don't know what I am.
When a cute little lolita with a sharp tongue meets a cold and aloof true male god, in an age where ghosts are rampant, what sparks will come out of the collision?
The loyal but tragic dog god, the white-pink woman who wholeheartedly waits for her lover... It seems that they are not so terrible. What is more terrifying than monsters is always the human heart.
"You, why do you call me Wanzi?"
"Because it suits you very well!"