Si Chen

Heavenly officials fall like rain, and wild ghosts win people's hearts. In this bustling world, who is the red-lined immortal? Who is the blood-weeping ghost? Who else is the storyteller, the helmsman, the fisherman, the deer feeder? The bells of the iron tower swayed in the thunder and lightning, and new shoots sprouted from the fence outside the cave. In the west of the world, someone was sitting on the thirty-third step, watching the black clouds pressing down on the city, watching the golden gas rising into the sky, and watching these gods, ghosts, and monsters enter the world from this piece of paper. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.