Soul Summoner, He Liansheng.
At this moment, the one-eyed old man ignored all the rules of Taiping Ancient Town and revealed his name, as if intending to re-enter the supernatural circle and regain the spirit of his youth.
Once he thought of leaving Taiping Ancient Town to explore the outside world, but various rules and taboos bound him, forcing him to stay.
Responsibility and mission bent his back.
Until today, he only slightly straightened his chest.
This wasn't for any grievances or passions, just to protect this ancestral hall and the red coffin behind it.
"This is not a place for your recklessness."
He Liansheng's wrinkled face bore an extremely serious expression.
Behind him.
The ghostly figures seemed to be increasing.
Among these figures were men and women, young children, and elderly people, each one unique.
These people represented the past of Taiping Ancient Town, entities long dead.
