Gongshi Shogunate: Supporting the Plow and Gutu

My cousin's Gongshi Shogun has written well, so I will continue writing for him. In the winter of the third year of Shenshou Dafu, the blood moon in the north has been hanging for ninety days. When Ling Gushe stepped on ankle-deep snow, she could always hear subtle cracking sounds coming from under the ice. It was not the sound of frozen soil thawing, but rather like some kind of huge bronze chain being slowly broken. He looked up at the sky. The three dark red moon disks were like blood that had been nailed to the dome. The moonlight shone on the snow, making it appear rusty brown. "The seventh body..." The bronze sword coffin made a dull buzzing sound on its back, and the tadpole-shaped inscriptions on the coffin body were getting hot. Ling Gushe knew that the thing in the coffin sensed the disorder of the star path. Since the Great Eclipse, these resonances have become more frequent, like the pulse of a dying man. The snowfield suddenly trembled violently. Ling Gushe knelt on one knee and inserted the five fingers of her left hand into the snow. The spiritual energy overflowing between her fingers instantly condensed into ice blue formations. Three hundred feet away, a glacier suddenly collapsed, and the splashing ice crystals turned into countless bloody butterflies under the moonlight. He squinted his eyes and saw goo seeping from the cracks in the ice. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.