Marry the Dragon

Whose living sacrifice can retrieve a dragon? The villagers tied me up to fill the well, hoping that I would help them eliminate disasters. In the end, I didn't die. I even opened the bronze coffin and released a violent candle dragon that had been nailed for thousands of years. From then on, my life completely went astray. Others rely on mahogany swords to drive away ghosts, but I rely on paper cutting and bloodletting. When someone else was dating and sending flowers, he rolled me up into a pillow with his dragon's tail in the middle of the night, and said with a cold face: "Don't move, I'll eat you." What's even more outrageous is that this ancient evil god has no household registration, is afraid of thunder, and has a seal attack ten miles away from me. I had no choice but to take him back to my old house, cook noodles, investigate murder cases, use paper figures to collect debts, and send the best relatives to the police. I thought I could finally wait for school to start. Suddenly there was a scratching sound outside the door. It also shouted in my aunt's voice: "Yao Yao, open the door..." And the yellow paper in my hand burned with black-gold fire.