He Yunian, who was born with the ability to see ghosts, met a mocking wind that had lived on his roof for tens of thousands of years. Every day, Chaofeng lay on the corner of the eaves and watched the sun rise and the moon set. Then, the big monster finally couldn't hold back his loneliness and embarked on the road to the end of the world with He Yunian's sword.
How many stubborn souls are buried under the roaring Naihe Bridge, and how many souls on the bridge look back at the world for the last time, and finally drink that bowl of thick soup. Everything in the past is like dying yesterday; everything in the future is like being born yesterday.
What unknown past does this small town have? Why do those seemingly unrelated stories miraculously circle back to their original point? Is it that illusion has blocked the eye of truth, or that the truth has been artificially covered up.
The human-skinned female ghost in the B&B struggled with her twisted limbs and shed tears of blood; under the moonlight at night, the human corpse in the ancient folk song was walking, and its shadow was stretched for a long time. Legend has it that it would hand something to the human being who had the chance to meet it, whether it was a shoe, a hat, or a coin, whether you wanted it or not; there were also the evil-minded and naughty ghosts who liked to hide under the pumpkin vines and in the woods, and they would appear everywhere. It drags you into a world you never knew when there is no one around; it is said that on a rainy night, never cross the bridge alone, because at the end of the stone bridge there is a woman holding a red umbrella waiting for someone. What will you do if she finds out that you are not the one she is waiting for? New Year's Eve is not only loved by humans, but also by them, and they shuttle among the crowds during the bright and lively festival...
Our base note is sweet! Sweet! Sweet!