Before her business trip, Zhou Xu had done her homework.
Her soon-to-be colleague, Lin Beisheng, was handsome and dashing, highly skilled in martial arts, widely read, decisive, and quick to act... He was the youngest young master of the London branch of the Spirit Envoy Management Center, the one leading overseas ghost slayers forward, their light!
After they met, Boss Lin said, "Please keep Miss Zhou safe. Don't let anything happen to her on our turf."
Zhou Xu: "???"
You've got to be kidding. I need someone to protect me? I, Zhou Xu, am a direct descendant of the Zhou clan of ghost slayers. I've held my ghost-slayer license for three years, completed countless missions without a single defeat, and struck fear into every demon and monster in the land...
Boss Lin: "Any problem?"
Zhou Xu: "No, no problem at all."
A stolen ghost-slaying sword draws two Spirit Envoy families into a century-old feud. Are the avengers who keep taking their own lives victims of coincidence and fate, or is someone else pulling the strings?
A lost sword-forging technique, a martial sect that exists outside the history books, an illusion art that vanished along with a sect torn apart a century ago, and nightmares from a past life that refuse to let go... Old grudges and present-day conflicts intertwine in a dizzying web.
On the battlefield of life and death, at the edge of a broken bridge, one step forward means fate intertwines and life and death are shared; one step back means eternal ruin.
Lin Beisheng will do everything he can to save anyone.
But when the Yellow Springs and the Wangchuan River come rushing in, and the Judge of the Underworld steps slowly forward, the ending has long been written. The silence of death arrives as promised.
"Zhou Xu," he says. "Don't be afraid. I'll stay by your side."
I came from the Wangchuan, searching for somewhere to call home.
I carved my longing into my soul. Can it survive the tumult of reincarnation?
In the cool night, she leaned against the window. Silver moonlight fell on her hair, making her look as though she had aged decades.
"Penglai cannot be reached, and the Weak Water stretches thirty thousand li," she said.
Your Penglai may never look back, but you are my Penglai.
[Ongoing] The Wicked: A princess with an ironclad fate that brings misfortune to her husbands, and her ex-husbands
[Coming Soon] I Often Cry While Shipping Couples: A third-rate actress with a fan following who makes shipping couples her main job x a grand-slam-winning movie star who has secretly shipped his own pairing for ten years
[Completed] The Lonely Lamp Burns Dim: The An Lushan Rebellion's wounds cannot be mended, and this endless longing cannot be fully written. The Tang Dynasty falls, and two hearts finally meet. & The 101st Way to Win Over the Demon Lord: A lowly Heavenly Court wage slave x a reincarnated Demon Lord with a talent deficit
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Theme: Vanquish demons and evil, slay ghosts and soothe souls.
Supplementary points ~ Great writing!
Come on, come on!