Notes on the Inheritance of Ancient Shamans

I am a member of ancient shamanism, and I live an ordinary life. Everything changed from that day on. Here are the liars on the Blue Road whose authenticity is hard to tell... There is a white fox crawling into bed in the middle of the night... There are all kinds of weird and weird things here... This notebook, the yellow color corroded by time on the paper, makes me fall into this handwritten notebook. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.