"I used three hundred lamps to imprison her soul. Later I found out that it was my own delusion that was burned for eternity."
**In the Yongning year of Liang Dynasty, General Wei Zhao of Zhenbei had three cases of madness:
He hated the innocent soul of Zhuque Tower and cried for blood every night, but he forgot that he had buried the three hundred witch boys with his own hands;
The second pain is that the wind and sand in the northern border are eroding the bones. I always see old friends stepping on silver bells with their bare feet, but I can't remember where the same fate curse on my wrist came from;
There is a shadow hidden in the ice coffin of the Sandian Leng Palace. He was clearly the one who tore out the heart and made the lantern, but the bones in the coffin had the same face as his.
**The witch saint Aning died three times:
The first time he was poisoned by wolfsbane to save him, he stabbed his chest with a bone hairpin before his heart was broken: "I want you to remember the pain of gouging out your heart, so you can know what true heart is."
Being accused of treason for the second time, Suzaku chuckled when he was receiving the soul-eating nails in the audience: "Guess, if my soul is gone, how long can the silver bell on your wrist still ring?"
For the third time, it turned into green flames and wrapped around his fingertips, whispering in the wick of the broken bone: "Wei Zhao, is it my soul you are imprisoning... Or is it a sin you dare not face?"
**The cold palace dancer Su Wanrong can't remember who she is**:
The bruises on her neck are exactly the same as when An Ning was tortured, but she can foresee the future when she touches the wrong bone lamp;
Her bones and blood can calm the backlash of the flames, but every night the nightmare is of Wei Zhao kneeling in front of the ice coffin and killing himself;
It wasn't until the red candle turned to blood on her wedding night, and she looked at the overlapping faces of the three people in the bronze mirror, that she realized that she was——
** "Don't bow your head, Wei Zhao," the voice in the wick said with a smile, "The evidence of guilt leaked from your clothes is my third rib."
