I rubbed my butt and got up - as the Qilin God who has been lying down in the Palace of Purity for three hundred years, I don't even remember that I have stabbed anything. Until Liuguang grabbed my collar and roared: "Your apprentice! The little prince you raised to death! Now he has become a ghost king and is chasing you all over the three realms!"
Oh, apprentice.
I looked at the red gold cloud pattern emerging on my palm, and vaguely remembered that in my dreams, someone always called me Master in a hoarse voice. The man was dressed in black and bloody clothes, with black hair wrapped in bone chains.
Liu Guang smashed half of the cloud platform with a slap, "Yan Lingqi is now full of evil spirits, and he specializes in cutting the bones of gods and lighting sky lanterns! If you meet a black-haired red-eyed ghost——"
"Playing dead?" I answered tentatively.
"Yes! You are the best!" He gritted his teeth and handed me a stack of "Thirty-Six Strategies of Pretending to Be Dead"
Concept: Fantasy