There are many high-rise buildings and the demons are disappearing. The demon-killing techniques that Jiang Buwan has learned since he was a child are useless.
She never thought that in the catastrophe of life and death, when the world of mortals suddenly fainted, God would give her a chance to enter the world of ghosts.
She traveled back a hundred years and became the eldest lady of the Poyuan Gang.
In front of her, she was a dignified and honorable young lady of the Zheng family, but behind her back, she was a decisive and ruthless demon-subduing warlock.
Jiang Buwan witnessed the prosperous return of Jincheng a hundred years ago, and understood what it means to be unpredictable in the world, and how long the wealth and prosperity can last.
Even if his heart is as rock-solid as his, he will hide in the shadow behind the door and whisper to her: "In my life, I always want to be an upright person and help the world. But your sudden appearance has made me have some selfish thoughts that I shouldn't have."
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The Zheng family's new factory had just turned a profit when it encountered troubled times.
In the first year of the troubled times, wars raged across the city, and twenty-one Zheng-style buildings, including Minjin Construction Factory and Jincheng University, were reduced to scorched earth. Zheng Junli's ten years of hard work were burned down.
It was a snowy day, people were drinking tea in the hall, and an old friend from the past put a gun to his forehead. He just smiled bitterly and said jokingly: "The most fortunate thing about Zheng in this life is that he has a good skin. In the eyes of others, I am the prodigal son of the Zheng family. I try every means to make everything come to nothing, and everyone avoids me. She is the only one who loves my skin and refuses to give up."
"Zheng Junli, what I love is not just your skin. You are upright and upright, serve your family and the country, and never bow to corrupt people in high positions. I just don't understand, there are so many roads in the world, so why not give you another future?"
At that time, her clothes were stained with blood, and she stood in the swirling snow.
Intention: Pu Rong should follow the wind