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The seeds of error are the loopholes in the way of heaven and the root of revenge. His name is Chenjianjiu - the dust is the smallest part, the gap is the cracks, and the Jiujiu is the mysterious jade that will not be destroyed by calamity. This name was not given by his parents, but was the experimental number of Taishang Pavilion's "Ruthless Heart Refining" array. He was regarded as a consumable material for enlightenment by his biological parents. He was in the battle for hundreds of years, deprived of his seven emotions, and destroyed in a cycle. He is a perfect paradox, a living loophole beyond the three thousand avenues. When the spiritual energy enters the body, it turns into poisonous fire. He became the "Suppressing Slave" of the Blood Evil Sect, using his body as a weapon to contain all kinds of evil obstacles. Until he met Ye Chunhui - the only pure spirit body in the three worlds that could ease the pain of his burning body, the only light willing to reach out to him. Heaven rained down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder of Nirvana, completely erasing her existence from the line of cause and effect. There was only a trace of obsession hidden in his soul, which became the guidepost for going against the will of heaven. From then on, he embarked on the road of revenge: eating suffering as food, building a tomb to bury me, and using hatred as a step. Only then did the world know that the "False Seed" was not a demon, but a natural enemy - he destroyed the sect, polluted the orthodoxy, hunted for the Son of Destiny, and confronted the Taishang Pavilion head-on. He wanted to demand debt from the unkind Heavenly Dao and take back from nothingness the only warmth she had wiped out. The old heavenly order collapsed in blood and fire. He conquered the sky with one body's rebellion, and divided the road with one person's infatuation as the frontier. In the end, he transformed from a destroyer into a watcher, forever waiting for the new world founded by blood and fire, waiting for her first awakening gaze. My name is a false species, and I am burdened with eternal calamity. If the sky does not allow me, I will burn the sky! If the Tao does not preserve her, I will break the Tao! Use this broken body as fuel, use this obsession as fire-- Burn through the dark era, and see... Her next ray of morning light.

Come to Yuewen's website to read more of my works. I took a look at it, and all the school beauties were panicked. Wu Xiaofei was helpless. He just opened the [Zhong Kui Eyes] that were coveted by hundreds of ghosts, and ten school beauties broke into his life one after another. As a freshman at Jiangzhou University who is 1.85 Meters tall and has stunning looks, he originally thought this was just the "peach blossom catastrophe" his grandfather said. Until late at night in the library, the floating school beauty said to him: "I found you, my groom." Another voice deep in his soul sneered: "I found you... The other half of my lost eyes." Only then did he understand that these eyes were both a fatal charm that attracted school beauties and a curse that attracted evil spirits. As a new onmyoji who can only draw the lowest level of yellow charms, Wu Xiaofei has to deal with the enthusiastic pursuit of school beauties while being on the verge of life and death being chased by evil spirits. Starting from drawing yellow charms, he gradually unlocks silver and gold charms and embarks on the path of growth as the strongest onmyoji. When the sweet campus daily life intersects with the fatal supernatural crisis, the panic that started at a glance will eventually reveal a destiny that spans thousands of years.

To avoid fate, I hid in a funeral parlor, remembering my grandfather's instructions: before the age of twenty-five, do not get married, do not touch yin and yang. Until that night, an unknown female corpse wearing a bloody wedding dress and a red hijab was delivered. All the lights in the morgue exploded, and all the dead souls screamed the same word in my ears - "Escape!" But I can't escape. Because her hand was already on my wrist. The talisman that grandpa sealed in my palm was so hot that it felt like it was going to burn through my flesh and blood. And I finally understood that some doors, once knocked, can never be closed again. "I Open the Yin Door in the Funeral Parlor" - When taboos are touched, and when the deceased insists on knocking on the door, how will an ordinary person who wants to hide in the shadows uncover the century-old curse under the bloody wedding dress in this weird and rampant city, and control his yin and yang life that is on the verge of losing control?