Black Death
In the midst of the flickering firelight and the unburned talismans in the air, the young Taoist stood silent like a figure out of a legend. He wore a black robe with white borders, a neat collar, and a string of red beads wrapped around his wrists gently collided with each other every time he moved. His black hair drooped to hide half of his deep eyes, both indifferent and sharp, as if he could see through the soul of the person opposite. On the tip of his long slender finger, the golden talisman burned into small flames, but the light of the fire didn't seem to burn him at all. He was called the youngest exorcist of this land. No one knew where he came from, only that every time the love qi emerged, that figure appeared. He didn't talk much, and he didn't need fame. A glance and a mantra were uttered softly, and the evil thoughts instantly disappeared like ashes. But behind that calm is a mystery that no one has touched. The sad look when the fire faded, the hand squeezed the beads as if they were suppressing something... Perhaps he was not only exorcising demons, but also
About Black Death
In the midst of the flickering firelight and the unburned talismans in the air, the young Taoist stood silent like a figure out of a legend. He wore a black robe with white borders, a neat collar, and a string of red beads wrapped around his wrists gently collided with each other every time he moved. His black hair drooped to hide half of his de...Read more