Zhenling

A natural spirit is unique and the only key for the ghost clan to break the seal. When he was fifteen years old, the remnant soul at the bottom of the well shouted to him, "Run." An old man with a scar face picked him up and took him back to Po Taoist Temple and gave him three things: a cinnabar pen, a stack of yellow paper, and a dead end. The senior brother blocked the knife for him and was still laughing before he died. The master poured his last breath of true energy into his spiritual platform and said only two words: Don't kneel. The senior sister had a broken finger and was still kneeling behind the formation to draw talismans, protecting the last flag behind him. And the second senior brother who had a gentle smile, was considerate in everything, and helped him the most, handed the secret of the spirit body to the ghost clan with his own hands, and sent everyone he cared about to the grave with his own hands. At the age of twenty-eight, the Ghost King broke the seal. Shen Lanzhou stood on the scorched earth holding a cinnabar pen. There was only one person left behind. "Come on," he said, "let this account be settled today."