As blood and tears rolled down the corner of his mouth, he tasted the sweetness of Sun Yuan's bowl of osmanthus honey.
This is a dynasty torn apart by the ghost realm - the Immortal Sect has fallen for two hundred years, and ghosts and powerful people rule the world together. Exorbitant taxes are like knives, and the people are like animals. Ghosts gnawing flesh and blood are haunted in the tax warehouses, and human pigs and innocent souls are buried under the east city gate. In the court, the new party fights against ghosts, while the old party secretly sells their lives for profit; in the arena, capable people and strangers survive, but they cannot escape the cruel minions of ghosts. In the deepest part of the chess game, the Lord of the Ghost Realm has already put on human skin, turning blood feud, love and faith into a knife that pierces the world.
He saw the beast on the dragon pillar transforming into Sun Yuan's face, the rabbit lamp tassels wrapped around the ghost baby's cage, and the noble officials all over the palace growing fangs - it turned out that this world had long been a stage in a ghost realm, and he was the only one who had been singing a one-legged opera blindfolded for ten years.
"Ah Yuan... Ah Yuan!" He roared into the void, "We put on a good show for the King of Hell...!"
As blood and tears rolled down the corner of his mouth, he tasted the sweetness of Sun Yuan's bowl of osmanthus honey.
Purpose: to pave the way for subsequent works