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I, a mountain ghost, used corpses to become ghosts and immortals. I rode the wind in the human world and soared up to the ninth heaven.

That year there was a heavy snowfall in Nanjun. I still remember that the whole city was covered with silk curtains, and the long streets were paved with ink. I was tired of walking in this world, and the scorching red plum blossoms could not survive the cold winter. So what if I leaned on the railing and saw the general every day. I guarded the empty city alone for three years, and only saw the beacon fire. These few decades are just a ridiculous dream...