After the Taoist Altar Was Torn Apart, I Collected Debts from the World.

On the night when the Taoist altar was torn to pieces by his master's hands, Lin Zhaoye became an abandoned disciple of Longhu Xuantan. He went down the mountain to break up his engagement, but another version of himself stood in the Su family's mourning hall. The same face, the same handwriting, and the complete Qinglu that should belong to him is still tied around the other person's wrist. The old corpse in the coffin knelt down towards the two of them: "All the debtors are here, why are there two debt collectors?" As the child's hour approaches, nine lives of the Su family are written into the old account. He opened the "Yin Yang Debt Book" that only Lin Zhaoye could see: it would list the debt items and prices, but it would not tell him who was lying. If he admits to being the wrong creditor, he will be the first to pay with his life. Borrow longevity, exchange lives, steal names, swallow incense. The living person borrowed the rules and handed over the accounts to the dead, and he settled them one by one; the erased names, the testimony hidden by the master, and the other two identical faces were also found along the account books. Before dawn, he had to drag the Su family's counting house back to the coffin. Because the space reserved for the second person in the coffin was written on Lin Zhaoye.