On the verge of widowhood

"Finally found."

The flaxen-haired young man rummaged through the stacks of old books, and when he saw the ancient patterned spine not far away, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, showing a satisfied smile. His slender fingers didn't mind getting dusty, and he accurately After flipping through the pages and finding what he wanted to read, the young man looked carefully.

"The name of the demon with breath in the world is "Li", and it is born every 300 years."

"It is a murderous thing to live on human sorrow, fear and doubt, but to promote it."

The young man flicked his finger across the margin, his expression thoughtful: "300 years."

The white cat that jumped out suddenly climbed up his shoulder and meowed a few times, the young man stroked the white cat comfortingly and murmured: "The strange thing is, this year this one is very smart."