The blood-stained Donghuang bell rings the road to the underworld.
The remnant soul from the future fell into the deep palace of Wuzhou and was bound to the dying body of Li Guoer a thousand years ago.
The green smoke from the white porcelain goose stove has dispersed, and the shadows of the boneless lanterns are whirling, all of which are gold and jade cages.
The ink in the history book is not dry yet, but it is written in a different place on the head.
This body is both a prison and a weapon.
Let's see how the person who lends his life uses a broken lamp to illuminate the night, plays chess with strange objects, and lives towards death in the ashes of prosperity and decline.
