Ten days countdown, life and death are inevitable
A mottled copper lamp hung in the center of the secret room, its dim light swaying like a dying gasp. Eight lacquered wooden chairs are arranged in a circle, each with incomplete Bagua Yao symbols engraved on them. When the sound of the clock tore through the dead silence, the stranger who was sleeping at the desk suddenly woke up——
Their clothes were stained with dust, their wrists were branded with the scarlet word "", and the only exit was sealed by a giant bronze door. The relief on the door is twisted, and upon closer inspection, it turns out to be countless painful human faces, with bloody almanac pages in their mouths, which clearly read: "Destroyed in seven days, the guilty will return to ruins."
Rules are hell, national customs hide murderous intent
"Welcome to the 'Fragments of Nuwa'." A man in black wearing a Nuo opera mask walked out of the shadows, and a stack of green bamboo cards slipped from his sleeves, "The first night: The Waking of Insects."
Before he finished speaking, the ground cracked like a snake shed, and vines strangled the fattest man. His screams were mixed with the sound of a bamboo sign breaking - the front of the sign showed the God of Thunder playing drums, but the back was engraved with a small seal: "All things are revived and evil is born, and those who are greedy feed spring."
If you want to survive, you must use blood as ink to complete the lines, but there are only seven pieces in the hexagram plate. What's even more deadly is that there is a "seed of calamity" buried in each person's body: some people have peach branches growing in their palms to suck the essence of their companions, and some people's eyes turn into compasses to see the date of death.
Reincarnation is not fate, the human heart is a prison
The hunchbacked old man suddenly laughed wildly: "I've seen this game before! The last time it was the starved tailor who protected me from disaster!" He tore open his clothes, and there were seven old knife scars on his chest, arranged like a Beidou.
But when everyone relied on "experience" to break the situation, black mist seeped out of the bronze door. Apparitions of the past emerge from the fog: it is him
