Five hundred years ago, I was a very simple female ghost with the same thoughts as a simple girl. The atmosphere at that time was not very good. We ghosts had many enemies in that era. The visiting Taoists or monks always wanted to catch us to show off their skills. In fact, they just wanted to make some money, which is understandable. But in this case, it was very difficult for Ning Caichen and I to escape. Yes, I always thought that they indirectly caused Ning Caichen's death, and I hate them! I was never considered lonely, but I also wasn't considered accompanied until I met Zixia. This night is like this moonlit dream, Zixia is holding a sword, I don't know if it is the purple-green sword, she is sitting quietly in the moonlight, on the edge of the desert. . . . . .