A portrait of beauties: their flesh and blood are ground into powder, their souls sealed within the painting, allowing nine women to remain in the world forever.
When yang reaches its peak, it becomes yin; when yin reaches its peak, it becomes yang. My grandfather said I was born with the Nine Yang Fate. If I wanted to survive, I needed a woman by my side.
Every two years, an unparalleled beauty would come to live with my family. She would share every meal and every night with me, never leaving my side.
After two years, each one would mysteriously disappear, and a new beautiful figure would appear in the family portrait.
At eighteen, because of one woman, I learned the cruel truth behind the portrait of beauties.
And from then on, I was caught in a vortex of mystery and strangeness, a world of bizarre wonders.
So far it's okay, not bad