When she was five years old, Su Zhen, who was frail and sick, took the old banyan tree in the village as her godmother and prayed for blessings. The next day, this old tree that had lived from the Qing Dynasty to this day died mysteriously.
"How did you know about this?" Ten years later, Su Zhen, who was already a high school student, heard someone talk about this past incident.
"I am your godmother." The ghostly beautiful girl smiled at him. ...In October 2000, unprecedented heavy rain swept across Nantang County, Tansha City. Thick black clouds rose thousands of miles away, and the rotting immortals looked towards the world with golden eyes in their arms.
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