The Ghost My Mother Left for Me Doesn't Seem to Be Normal.

The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods. Jiang Yao has always regarded gods and ghosts as tricks played by monks and nuns, and has always scorned them. Until something unexpected happened in the family, my mother would kowtow to the corner of the house and cry crazily every day. Only then did she realize with horror: She didn't talk about strange powers and chaos, but she actually wanted to fear ghosts and gods. The shackles attached to her bloodline extended to her body, and before she knew it, she had reached the center of the whirlpool. Countless pairs of eyes stared at her in the shadows. If she made one wrong move, she would fall into the abyss and be doomed. Blood fell from the fingertips, and a man wearing a black and red shroud floated out of the blood jade. He looked down at her, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes. "I can protect you." The man bent down slightly and placed his hand on the jade dragon in her palm. From then on, even if it is like falling leaves, there will always be someone who will stop the wind and frost. Intention: Keep your heart on the right path and not be afraid of evil.