In late autumn three years after Concubine Yuan's wedding, the Grand View Garden was swallowing the last trace of human fireworks.
Bloody ripples appeared in the Hengwuyuan Medicine Pond, the koi carps raised by Xue Baochai turned into dead bones and floated, and shark tears condensed in the cold scented pills; the drama "Leaving Soul" suddenly appeared in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the middle of the night, and Lin Daiyu's glass lamp illuminated the gold-painted dolls dancing in the ruins of Lixiangyuan, and the veins of bamboo leaves oozed blood. When the golden lock seal collided with the crimson tear seal, the cinnabar instructions in the Twelve Hairpins' Book of Life began to melt - the seal text of "Jade Belt Hanging in the Forest" was twisting into a strange totem of "snake bones wrapped around gold hairpins".
The two sisters were forced to hold a netherworld lamp together, following the stardust leaked from the Taixu illusion, and stepped into the gluttonous chess game deep in the Grand View Garden. The medicine hoe dug up the prophecies on the Sansheng Stone, and the cold incense burned all the account books of Bo Mingsi. Then I realized that Jinling Feng Shui was originally a thousand-year sacrifice: Daishan Mountain was the ridge, Chai River was the vein, and the twelve pavilions were the soul-locking nails that nailed the Great Demon of the Great Desolation.
The moment their palms touched, the seal cracked for the first time.
