The Wind Blows and the Soul Is Scattered, and the Shadow Cannot Follow

At the end of Wanli, the world will fall. Zhenwuwei (modern Dai County), Shanxi, is an unknown village at the foot of Mount Wutai. It had been raining for ten days, and the loess slopes had turned into mud ponds. Diseases emerged from the ground like mice and crawled from house to house. Young Lan is born different from others. One of the three souls is missing, the soul does not fit, and even the shadow is a bit lighter than that of ordinary people. Temple blessings said that he had a "little life", the goddess said that his soul was leaking, and the villagers called him "Sick Young Master" - for seventeen years, he lived like a lamp that could go out at any time. On the night when we were planting grass to send off the plague, the wind direction suddenly changed. The straw man opened his empty eyes, and cinnabar tears flowed from his eyes to his heart, falling straight on him. The Goddess took three steps back in shock: "The God of Plague does not want to take his life... But thinks he is the master." He became the host of the plague god. The disease passed through his body, coming and going freely, without harming him at all - but it also made him a disaster star in the eyes of the whole village. He was tied under the old locust tree, and the light from the torch shone on his face like a knife. The parents chose to stay at the ancestral grave, and Miao Zhu entrusted his daughter to him before he died. The eyes of the villagers were more poisonous than the plague. He took his adopted daughter Ming'er with him into this apocalyptic world of war and chaos and starvation everywhere. Behind you is the village that you can never return to, and in front of you is the endless loess. The soul is as light as dust, and the shadow does not follow it. There was no way to survive in this troubled world, but he had to find one.