Final Prophecy

The old Huai of the crematorium always delivers a shroud to the foggy swamp on a full moon night, wrapping the baby who has just died. Reservoir manager Lao Lin looked at the calm water with a solemn expression. It turned out to be a layer of imperceptible ripples that had appeared frequently in recent years. The old artist on Changbai Mountain painted the sunset with no signature, no motorcade, and no one knew his origin... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.