Chi Lianjiang

A snake in the candle's shadow has day when its eyes are open, and night when its eyes are closed. The Chilian River flows backwards every three hundred years, and today happens to be the three hundredth year. Seventeen-year-old She Qing walked eight thousand miles from the north to Chilian Town with a lame black dog and a hairless old donkey. He didn't care why the river flowed backwards, nor why Cangwu Mountain had to be closed for three hundred years. He only cares about one thing - His younger brother She Jin was imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower in Cangwu Mountain. The crime is: the snake blood awakens in the body, and he is neither human nor demon, so he is a policeman. She Qing looked down at the blue scales on the back of her hand that had not yet faded, and smiled. "What a coincidence. I have it in my body too." Shen Cangwu, the headmaster of Cangwu Mountain, has lived for nearly a thousand years and has seen countless monsters and demons. But he could not forget the look that the big snake that he disemboweled three hundred years ago looked at him before it died. Now, that look is back. Standing at the gate of Cangwu Mountain.