Fairy Feng Hua Lu

There is only one rule she has kept for five hundred years: don't reach out. She is the owner of Huaijin Teahouse by the West Lake, and she is also a black cat who has died long ago - she has nine lives, and every time one is used up, the barrier outside the teahouse will crack, and a memory will forever be missing from her mind. When a demon lives for a long time, it is most afraid of owing karma. Until that autumn night, black air billowed in the middle of the lake, and a boat carrying living people was sinking. She held out her hand. The first life was lost, and the memory was lost, but a strange old man who hummed Huaihe slang was saved. Also starting from that night, someone started to look through her account book and left a line: "In September, the water dries up, Bei Chuan San, don't chase her." " Only then did she discover that the nine sects along the river each maintained their own character, and a net called "turbidity" was quietly being woven from the northern Xinjiang - she had seen the people weaving the net five hundred years ago. After that she stopped doing nothing. The loyalty of Baihanghui in the market, the rejuvenation needles of the Spiritual Medicine Sect, the silver bells of the Embroidery Pavilion, the gardenias of the Hua Sect... She wrote down the "grace" in her book and in her heart. But every time one is saved, one life is wasted; every life lost is one step closer to "forgetting who one is." This is a demon's account, which remembers the splendor of the nine sects in the mountains and rivers of Dajing, and also remembers how a black cat filled the world with nine lives, inch by inch.