"It's the last day of March.
If the master were still here, and if the barbarians from the north had not gone south, today would have been the spring plague.
But there is no spring plague today.
No one chants.
I heard the unwilling soul crying, wanting to avenge the unfulfilled hatred in life.
I am the one who summons spirits.
I will avenge them and send them away. "
——I have betrayed you, and there is no hope for the next life. Don't think about it.
How could you not read it?
You finally come back and I will leave.
My soul is already mottled, and I may not be able to recover for a long time after escaping into reincarnation.
Look at me.
*The novel is purely fictitious and has nothing to do with any real people, events, or groups.
Intention: Traveling south and returning north in clothes