At No. 44 Huaiyin Road, the Xie Mansion, which once had carved beams and painted buildings, now only remains in ruins.
In the center of this dead ruins, a translucent figure floated, it was Xie You.
His handsome face looked even paler in the moonlight, and his eyes were filled with an almost desperate hollowness and an almost paranoid expectation.
A hundred years ago.
A whole hundred years.
All the people in the mansion who were tainted with the atmosphere of the conspiracy and fire have already been driven to pieces by his overwhelming resentment, turning into mournful wails that will never dissipate in this scorched land. Their fear and pain were the nourishment that supported his existence in this cage.
But now, there is only emptiness.
Also, the suffering of not being able to find "him".
Xie Wan slowly raised his blue-white and transparent hand, a blue cold air lingering on his fingertips.
He could feel the resentment in every inch of this land, and he could feel the faint fear of wandering souls who occasionally strayed into this place.
But there is only one familiar one, with a hint of cowardice and extremely stubborn soul.
"A Yi..." A broken voice escaped from his tight lips and dissipated in the night wind.
That voice contained deep-rooted longing and confusion.
He couldn't find him.
The only one who could tug at his heartstrings.
The brother he was willing to tie up for hundreds of years and wait in this ruins of despair.
Intent: Follow me like a shadow with nowhere to escape