The river wind blew fine snow into the barrel, and seven-year-old Zhen Yulou huddled in the cold smell of tung oil. My aunt's last sigh was crushed by the waves, and the longevity lock tied with a red rope stuck to her heart, as if it was trying to suck away all the warmth.
"Don't be afraid." The barrel suddenly stopped bumping, and a cold female voice penetrated the water. The sapphire scabbard broke through the waves, and the ink-colored monk's robe glowed with dark patterns under the moonlight. Head Ling Yue lowered his eyes and looked at the soaked child, his eyes fixed on the cinnabar-like birthmark between his eyebrows.
Ten years later.
The bone whistle cut through the night, and Zhen Yulou slapped the talisman on the beam of the inn with his backhand. The green-faced and fanged hanged man was spitting out his long scarlet tongue, and suddenly let out a shrill scream - the red mark on the young man's forehead glowed blood-red in the moonlight, and the tangled hair shrank back as if it were exposed to boiling water.
"Interesting." A smiling male voice came from the corner of the eaves. The young man dressed in black clothes hung upside down on the eaves, with a silver bell ringing softly around his waist, and the soul-winding thread glowing with a cold blue light on his fingertips, "Such a fierce ghost is afraid of you, could the little fairy be the jade-faced judge who escaped from the Palace of Hell?"
Zhen Yulou stepped back half a step and stepped on a dead bone, and the green bamboo sword clattered to the ground. He kept his face cold and was about to seal the knot, when he saw the hanged man suddenly rise up and reach for his throat with his rotten fingers and claws——
"Be careful!" The silver thread came through the air. When Gu Wanghuai turned over and landed on the ground, the three-inch gold foil charm had been affixed to the ghost spirit cover. When the green smoke was rising, he took advantage of the situation and put his arms around Zhen Yulou's waist, "It's so cold." His fingertips ran across the jade pendant on his waist, and he chuckled in the young man's ear, "
Later, on the night when the Yao Tianchi was stained with blood, Gu Wanghuai realized that this fate had already been written when they first met. Everything was doomed.
Concept: supernatural