Intangible cultural heritage craftswoman
The moment the blue glaze bottle exploded, Lin Wan held the blood-stained porcelain piece and looked into Gu Huai's venomous eyes.
"Broken my ancestral kiln? Then use your blood to replenish the glaze." He licked the blood beads from her wrist and crushed a century-old blood feud between his teeth. "The Lin family owes me the lives of three generations."
The bronze coffin opened by itself on a rainy night, and the Wanli corpse glaze condensed into two butterfly worms. The word "Kiln Slave" on Lin Wan's birthmark burned like tears, but Gu Huai locked her into a poisonous glaze pool: "Burn yourself in sacrifice to the kiln? Why don't you fall into the love poison with me?"
When Zhang Yansheng cut his blood to suppress the poison, three children's skeletons opened their eyes in the altar urn——
The blood contract verdict from three hundred years ago surfaced:
Intention: ''We are each other's coffin, and we are also each other's disciples''