——The red phoenix that burned down the entire wasteland will eventually burn down this prosperous age of cannibalism!
**In the autumn of the fourteenth year of Tianbao, under the bustling bubble of Chang'an City, ghosts gnawed on flesh and blood lurked. **
Afu, the turtle father, was making a living among the piles of powder in Pingkangfang, but he didn't know that the cinnabar birthmark behind his sister Axiu's ear was the blood of the red phoenix that had been raised by Persian priests for hundreds of years. When the copper bells of the Netherworld mixed with the stench of corpses filled Baqiao, and when the canals brought not the fine wine from the Western Regions but the corpses wrapped in lapis lazuli powder, the brother and sister struggling to survive were involved in a crisis more terrifying than the Anshi Rebellion.
Luoyang became a ghost town overnight, and eight hundred water barriers were filled with empty-bellied living corpses;
Palace attendants wrapped in blood talismans crawled out from the underground of the Daming Palace, and monsters wearing Sabao masks sat on the dragon chairs;
The bronze sacrificial vessels from Shule Ghost City came to life in Luoshui, and the deciduous teeth of five hundred boys shattered the century-old glory of the Bolingcui family.
When Axiu swung a 30-pound hammer and smashed King Shibi's head, the gilded pupils reflected an even more desperate truth - the power of the red phoenix she thought could protect her brother was just a living key cultivated by the Netherworld for twenty years.
**This game of chess has been played by An Lushan for twenty years:**
Corpse worms fed on old millet from Yongfeng warehouse poisoned Kyushu along the Grand Canal.
Using the blood of Red Phoenix as a guide, a will-o'-the-wisp was ignited at the top of Chang'an City.
Take the corpse tide refined by millions of living people and knock on the last city gate of Tongguan
