The underworld rolls back, and a hundred ghosts knock on the door.
When the blond and blood-stained Yun Anjing was resurrected for the seventh time, he discovered that all the players had birthdays and birth dates written in cinnabar floating on the backs of their necks - which perfectly matched the empty fates in the Forest of Steles in the City of Undead. As for Xie Qingyi, who was always picking up his bones in the corpse forest, the death talisman on the tip of his sword actually had the date written on the day they first met.
The red candles in the Netherworld Inn are burning with human fat, and the prayer flags in ancient tombs are soaked in the fragrance of corpses. When Xie Qingyi tore off Yun Anjing's wedding dress, revealing the soul-locking wound on his heart that spanned three generations, what entangled each other's hair was not only the soul-inducing lamp on Huangquan Road, but also the truth that should have been annihilated eight hundred years ago:
[The so-called Yin De is the debt borne by a living person for the evil ghost; the so-called rebirth is the most vicious lie of the Nine Nether Bone Array]
That night, Xie Qingyi's sword nailed through the gate of Fengdu City, and Yun Anjing's bone flute blew away the mist of Meng Po's soup.
When a hundred thousand Yin soldiers passed through, they ignited each other's souls on the top of Wangxiang Platform——
I want this eternal night to see the light of the sky.
Purpose: Save the world