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Shades Of The Exorcist's Smile

YanYeXin
Was the body a person—or the soul itself? Since the day Lìngxiāo was born, he carries a strange condition that never lets him show pain or anger. As an independent exorcist with no controler clan above him, He roams the land with two burning aims: to save the common people from darkness, and to clear his own name—from his own father's murder. was he even killed or just another betrayal of the eyes? One day his hometown Yún Xi, calls him back. A town haunted by a Red Robe Ghost—where no exorcist has survived. Or were they simply removed Carefully? But when Lìngxiāo arrives, silent surprise was waiting. He finds a ghost who knows him. A ghost who wants him—someone who is not quite dead at all. A mystery not older than the town this time. Yet no one knows it—except the ones who plotted it, sitting among them all along. within his discovery, he realized: the ghost did not stumbled upon him. It used every single way to make him return to this land. Most importantly—there was more then one mastermind behind all. The unknown one seems above the main other too. Now he must find the secret buried in Yún Xi's soil, and the ghost's history which is the reason of everyone's hunting death. He came to kill the spirit but stayed to make it his Groom. Author's Note: Extremely sorry for being irregular before. But now I will try my best to give you chapters that feel satisfying and seen. Two per day. Do support us. Something big is waiting♡. This is a side novel—a thread in the larger Tearstone world. It stands alone, but it also carries the echo of something bigger. I hope you enjoy the journey.♡ [on editing progress so kindly re read if you find it different then before. I am improving it for you all♡]
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