Ash Blade: Seven Days of Blood Repayment

The night my daughter's ashes were thrown into a mass grave, her soul cried into my ears: "Mom, Mrs. Wang and Li mixed Nanyang red clay with the bones of other people's babies to fill my urn..." It wasn't until I dropped the knife that cut my belly open and stuffed it with charms that I realized that the "ancestral secret method" was actually a head-lowering technique stolen from a Malaysian witch. Reborn seven days before he was beaten to death, clutching my husband's death note painted in blood, I want these evil ghosts who use the dual soul technique to refine infant spirits to understand - The fishiness of Nanyang's scalp oil and the bitterness of local charm ashes should be paid for with the same kind of blood. And the "Blood Curse Sutra" split in half will eventually burn the sharpest redemption of motherhood into the ashes of locust flowers and pandan leaves.