My husband is the Ki

From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,"Well, with such twisted infatuation, I won't say much more. Just watch as they crawl out of the hole.",Zheng Daozhang didn't know if it was a vengeful spirit or a corpse demon, still hiding in the secret barrier on the upper floor.。