What should I do if I get entangled by the little ghost king I raised?
Feng Mengling picked up a ball of glutinous rice dumplings that looked like blood jade by the Naihe Bridge, and he was rescued by a strange combination of circumstances...
Thousands of years later, there is a rumor in the ghost world: The ferryman who always likes to wear a white cassock to the moon has a flower of the other side that can eat people. Whenever there is fog in the River of Forgetfulness, the blood-red petals will crush all the ghost spirits that come close to Feng Mingling.
"Brother's beads should be stained with my blood." Xiao Kun leaned against the Sansheng Stone and rubbed the sandalwood on Feng Minling's wrist with his fingertips. The scarlet pupils of the young ghost king were filled with karma, and behind him, a hundred thousand Yin soldiers knelt to crush the ice of the River of Forgetfulness.
Feng Meiling finally discovered that Xiaotuanzi, who was dying back then, had already become a tyrant in charge of life and death. And the palm of the hand that has been riddled with grievances is being infected every inch by the burning heat of paranoia...
Intention: Life will be better tomorrow, don't stay in the present