All things in this world cannot escape death.
But there are always some people who are free from the six realms, immortal, immortal, and immortal.
Every fifty years, Lu Zhixu would see that dazed figure wandering by the River of Forgetfulness. Over time, he couldn't help but become obsessed with this anomaly.
One rainy night, the bone picker Bai Tu suddenly picked up a cat in the deserted city. The cat was the color of snow, with only a mark on its forehead, which was as red as blood.
Strangely enough, Bai Tu, who had been troubled by mountain spirits and ghosts since he was a child, no longer had any evil spirits around him since he picked up his cat. Moreover, every fifteenth full moon night, he could still catch a glimpse of a handsome figure guarding him in his sleep.
Coincidentally, in the blurred face of the man, there was also a bit of bright red cinnabar on his forehead, which was as brilliant as heaven...
The copywriting is useless, so I'll just read it~~
A true fairy tale under the cloak of romance
The overbearing president of the fantasy world
Well, I guess I'll get beaten