The eaves bells ring, the ghostly wind rises, paper effigies carry a coffin, and the Ghost King sets out.
In Shengjing, there's an ancient legend: If a mortal has a burning desire, they can offer a blood candle and let it burn for seven days and seven nights. Then they'll see a young gentleman arriving while seated in a paper coffin, waving a fan. He can grant every wish, as long as you're willing to pay an equal price.
A frustrated scholar summoned the Ghost King with a blood candle, willing to trade everything he'd ever had for a swift rise to success.
Shijiu Yan waved her folding fan and smiled amiably. "I don't want everything you have. I only want twenty years of your life and your merit."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone suddenly cut in from the void. "Ten years of life and merit. I can offer the same deal for half the price."
The corner of Shijiu Yan's mouth twitched. Looking at the man emerging from the ghostly flames, she tightened her grip on her fan. "Looking for trouble?"
Diwu Fuxin turned his cool, pale face toward her. His peach-blossom eyes were full of tender affection, and he chuckled. "It's a fair offer."
Shijiu Yan had a dream: If she ever managed to achieve immortality, the first thing she would do was chase that debt-collecting pest around until he cried and begged her for mercy.
Diwu Fuxin had always had a dream too: He wanted to see Shijiu Yan cry and beg him for mercy.
A feisty, easily riled rogue x a devoted, insufferable ghost
Enemies who love to fight as much as they love each other
Theme: Kindness is easy to find, but true affection is hard to come by.
