The Desolate Fragrance That Erodes the Bones
by Shuixinsha
About This Novel
When Liu Cheyi of the Western Han Dynasty was sunset, a funeral procession came to the lively town of Zhoukou. The group of people in white clothes and white trousers, playing music and playing music, carried a black lacquer coffin with a mouthful of gold ingots and a black lacquer coffin, and slowly came all the way to the busiest Sifang Street in the town. Passers-by saw this and avoided it. Some of them couldn't hide from the paper money scattered all over the sky. They even said it was unlucky and stamped their feet hard. The sky seemed to have darkened all of a sudden because of this. The golden sunset was hanging slanting over the mountain, but it was covered by thick low-pressure clouds in a blink of an eye. After a pause, I heard a sudden wind blowing in the alley. The wind blew the calligraphy paper on the shop facing me and rattled, and someone shouted: "The shop is closing!"
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