The Netherworld Lord Yan Xuanpan, in charge of reincarnation, is cold and ruthless, but he steps into the world every full moon night, looking for a remnant soul that has disappeared for thousands of years.
Until he met Fei Jue, a seemingly harmless inn waiter with white clothes stained with wine and a full smile. But in those smiling eyes, there is an evil spirit that devours obsession.
"Sir, would you like to try the newly brewed acacia wine?" Fei Jue tapped the rim of the cup with her fingertips, an undercurrent welling up in her eyes.
Xuan Fan knew that he was not human, but he still stepped into this gentle trap again and again. Until one night, the evil spirit tore off its disguise and pressed Yama Jun against the Wangchuan stone pillar, smiling and sighing:
"My lord has been chasing me for a hundred years. This time... It's my turn to trap you."
——It turned out that the lost soul had already taken root in his eyes.
(Leng Li Yanjun × Crazy criticism of evil spirits, a hunting game that spans a thousand years, who is tempted first?)
Intention: Obsession is like an abyss, trapping others and oneself; love is difficult to overcome, so I am willing to be a prisoner.