Yan Ke was inexplicably pulled into a game, where there are countless ghosts and monsters, a crying bride under the osmanthus tree, ferocious faces on the canvas, coffins parked in the mourning hall, why there is melodious opera in the empty mansion, why there are shouts of murder in the undulating mountains... When will the unknown secrets be revealed again?
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He is a handsome young man with a folding fan and a crazy painting genius.
The Duke holding a rose in the castle, the noble and holy priest in the palace
He wanders at the intersection of light and shadow, creating a grand performance unique to him.
The world crowned him.
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The black mist spreads, locking its prey
The red candle weeps and the figure sways
He had lost his god
And this time, he caught it.
Yan Ke × Lu Li
I can't bear it if I don't skin it × I attack my wife with my skin
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