Yincheng knew that there were not many people in Boss Lan, but those who knew must have gotten into some weird things.
Boss Lan's grocery store specializes in catching monsters and treating difficult and complicated diseases, but he doesn't charge any compensation. All he wants is an old thing from you.
"Stinky Taoist, you don't have a fetish, do you?" Yan Shi asked.
Boss Lan, on the other hand, had always ignored gossip and kept his legs crossed, feeling carefree until he met that young man.
"My name is Minghuo, Lan Wugu. You owe me a debt."
The body and mind are ruined, and behind the entanglement of love, there is a story from the Republic of China, the collapsed Yanshan Mountain, the cinnabar-sealed coffin, the lost dragon scales...
Is God dead? God is just still sleeping...