Lights in the Night

——A fateful love that spans nine reincarnations The golden bell has no tongue, and the immortal is stained with blood. It took Jiang Xingzhi fifteen years to finally wait for the day when he could kill his enemy with his own hands. On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain. When she inserted the poisonous Zhuxian needle into Ling Jin's heart, the man was laughing. "This time... Remember to hurry up." "What?" "Remember to hurry... Think of me." When the corpse was burned, the charred wood showed its original shape—— It was actually a section of the phoenix tree with "A Jin Dai Shou" engraved on it, and it had the same origin as the breast shield that the young man placed under her knees when she was injured at the age of seven. It rains and thunders at night, and the golden bell rings. Jiang Xingzhi discovered in the morgue: In the eye sockets of the mother's "corpse" were clusters of ice-blue epiphyllums. And Ling Jin's real heart and blood was flowing drop by drop along the three hundred life lamps in the Judge's Hall... Into Lu Chen's cinnabar pen. "The revenge you think is just a destiny book written by him." Lu Chen stroked the bamboo slips on the case. Each scroll recorded the same ending: In the first life, when she was trying to seize the sword, the golden bell strangled his throat; In the fourth life, the sword was broken on the battlefield, and the broken blade pierced his heart; Now... It's the ninth time. The cruelest truth is hidden in the gentlest lie. When Jiang Xingzhi touched the ice coffin in Huaian Lane, three hundred years of memories suddenly emerged: - Ling Jin knelt in the sword-making pool and pressed the fragments of the broken sword into his heart again and again. - When she dug out his soul and made it into a golden bell, the broken pieces of the bell tongue were embedded in his soul. - And at this moment... The charred wooden puppet in the morgue is clearly carved with her childhood handwriting. "Every time you ring the bell, I am hurting you." Ling Jin's remnant soul is dissipating, and there is a crooked carving on the snow: "This time it's me... Keeping watch..." —— "If you see someone with snow-blue eyes..." "Tell him that the locust flowers are blooming again." [Highlight clip] >>> Three hundred skeletons at the bottom of the cold pool all raised their heads. The nearest one had Ling Jin's black iron ring on its finger bones. When Jiang Xingzhi touched the leg bone engraved with "A seven-year-old child's fall", he suddenly heard the laughing voice of the young man in his memory: "When I can refine my soul into a magic weapon, I can use the bones as a pedal for you." >>> When the ice coffin bursts, the golden bell on the bride's wrist is exactly the same as hers. Lu Chen suddenly chuckled: "Who do you think wrote the life book for these nine reincarnations?" He opened his sleeves and saw the same golden pattern as the Queen Mother of the West's mural snaking under the cinnabar mole. >>> On the dissection table of the modern hospital, forensic doctor Ling Jin picked out a bell tongue with his tweezers. Outside the door, Jiang Xingzhi from the archaeological team was holding the newly unearthed fragment of the golden bell, and suddenly burst into tears. [Reading instructions] ◆ 1v1, SC, HE (reunion in modern times) ◆ The beautiful and powerful male protagonist × the ruthless and sassy growing-up female protagonist ◆ Each death corresponds to a token (sword soul/love bone/wick) ◆ Suspense line: fake corpse case → ice coffin case → living corpse case "When the Zhuxian needle penetrates the heart, it turns out that the most painful thing is not the dying person..." "It's the hand that holds the needle." Intention: Begin with hatred and end with a lamp. Only after you have punished your heart for nine lives will you know that love is the eternal night.