Every stitch and thread is a debt from the underworld; every tool and object is a living human life.
In the twenty-third year of Wanli, there was a strange pawnshop on the banks of the Qinhuai River.
There is no gold, silver or jade here, only relics attached to the obsession of the dead - the bloody makeup box of a famous prostitute who hanged herself, the heart-eating abacus of a wealthy Shanxi businessman, the urn of weeping blood of an eminent monk in the Northern Song Dynasty... Each of them is a death code embroidered with blood thread.
The female shopkeeper Shen Jinghong holds a nine-inch patching needle, using the memory, emotion, and longevity of the pawn as threads to mend the unresolved resentments in the relics.
Until that night, she cut open the white silk silk of a famous prostitute's makeup box, and picked out a string of Latin letters "Lin Xiao Lu" on the tip of the needle. A terrifying projection emerged from the depth of the embroidery -
Four hundred years later, in a metal room, a man named Jiang Linzhou was dissecting a peacock blue contact lens with a glowing silver knife. The depth of her colored contact lenses reflected her future of being strangled by Bai Ling.
"Sir, please think carefully before pawning your old things——"
"What you are betting on is not the obsession of a dead person, but the destiny of a living person."
Open the first volume, starting from the Xueqin Makeup Box, and step into this cause-and-effect gamble that spans four hundred years.
