When I was very young, I was fed the blood of the ghost fetus by the villagers, and I became the baby parent of the ghost fetus. But to my delight, the ghost boy hasn't been seen since he was picked up by an old gentleman at the age of seven. But happy things don't last long, and when I was interning, he came back. As soon as he appeared, he was a pair of bloody pupils, in my dreams, in the mirror, his body penetrated my clothes, skin to skin, absorbing my breath. I'm scared, but I can't struggle. Once again, he designed me to drink his blood, sit in the empty house, throw away the renderings in his hand, and say to me, "Choose one!" You will live with me from now on. "I don't want to live with you! I'm an adult and I have the right to make my own choices. "Yes, you reminded me that you are an adult and can do something else." He's dark-bellied, strong, terrifying, but also special. He told me what the Five Elements Mantra was, what a fish-eyed short-lived would-be was, what a corpse statue was, and so on. When I felt like him a little, I realized that he was only getting close to me to get my breath. He is destined to rebel against the sky, he is a knife that cuts through hell on earth, and I am his scabbard. ps: Again, I'm a novelist, don't be serious with me. The original title of this book was "My Ghost Husband"