When the steel forest under the neon lights began to breathe, the ridged beast on the eaves of the Forbidden City opened its electronic eyes.
Lin Xiaoqi, a cat demon who has been practicing for three hundred years, discovered that the demonic rampage she was chasing every night was actually the stern upstart in Beijing's financial headlines.
Shen Yi's heart would make a mechanical buzzing in the middle of the night, and the fragments of the demon pill that should belong to her were beating in her chest.
The Xuanye Group's particle cannon was aimed at the Guijie stalls, Administration agent Jiang Mobai's demon arrest order pierced the glass curtain wall of the National World Trade Center Phase 3, and the sleeping candle dragon under the Forbidden City was opening its scarlet vertical pupils - all of this started on that rainy night, when a man in suits and ties fell into her barrier, carrying a mechanical heart forged from the Broken Demon Pill and Nuwa Stone.
"The world you want to save," Shen Yi held her hand that turned into a sharp claw in the rift of time and space, "is killing your last life."
The amber crystal on his heart reflected two figures: the Taoist priest three hundred years ago holding the dying white cat, and the father inserting a chip into the baby's heart at the moment of the explosion in the laboratory. When the inverted pentagram enveloped the Forbidden City, Lin Xiaoqi finally saw clearly the oracle bone inscriptions on the bell - it was both a sealing spell and a love letter to mechanical life.
Tonight, the ninth tail will burn to ashes outside Chaoyang Gate.
The ancient rhythm of the mechanical heart beating is rewriting the book of life and death under the moonlight.
