Ten Days Are Flying Across the Sky, I'm Wearing Brocade Clothes and Doing Nothing

Zhou Wuji knew that he had no way out, he could only be cautious, cautious, more cautious, and then muster up the courage, try his best, make a desperate move, and leave the rest to "Daliang" to arrange. Ten days flew across the sky, burning all realms. People wore painted skins as "brocade clothes" and used "spirits" as their resources. It was difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts, and life and death were unpredictable. No one was just surviving.