When Gu Mingyuan opened his eyes again, he became the son of a farmer in the wilderness. The monks in this place collapsed with a snap of their fingers, and he was just the son of a farmer digging in the mud - until he discovered that his left eye could see the vital points of immortals and Buddhas all over the sky, but his right eye was branded with a curse more terrifying than death: every time he died, time would flow back, but his life span would pour out like an hourglass. What's even more terrifying is that the whole world is forgetting the existence of "Gu Mingyuan".
The first death flashback, childhood sweetheart lost the wooden hairpin he gave me;
The third time, no one was waiting for him to return home under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village;
The seventh time, his face in the bronze mirror began to blur, and the whole village smiled and called him "Aniu".
He finally understood that when his name was completely annihilated in the memory of all living beings, even if he had thousands of opportunities to be reborn, he would become a ghost that no one could see in the world.
"A rusty hoe can also be a sword."
The young man tore off the blood-stained hem of his clothes and wrapped it around his increasingly transparent right hand, then stepped onto the long steps to ascend to immortality built of bones.
When his left hand was broken and his right hand was stolen, he used his pupils as bait to fish for gods and demons.
Little does he know that every time he stares into the abyss, the giant bronze chain that was cut off a hundred thousand years ago is making an uproar in his eyes——
That is the truth that all living beings in the wilderness would rather die than dare to pry into.
