Wengutongyoulu

When the ancient brass scale, which had been silent for a hundred years and was engraved with strange runes, suddenly spoke and asked him in a cold metallic voice, "Do you want to weigh the truth?", Yan Zhiming embarked on a road of no return. The scale trembled, the pointer spun wildly, and finally nailed on a rusty scale: Sequence 9: The Counterfeiter. In the surveillance footage, the intern was chewing paper money for dead people like delicious potato chips in his mouth. Under the serious director's skin, living copper wires squirmed like maggots. The scales of the ancient scales oozed thick, dirty blood, and the questions asked by the weights were like gangrene: "Do you eat lies?" Lies are power and curse. The truth is poison and a ladder. On this mysterious promotion path that starts with "identification of forgeries" and leads to the unknown and madness, Yan Zhiming is forced to feed on lies and struggle to survive on the edge of the netherworld full of twisted existence. Every "weighing" may tear open the curtain of reality and face indescribable terror. Every time he "eats", he is pushed to a deeper abyss, or... A higher sequence. He must learn to find a glimmer of hope among the "artifacts" that fill his ears and ears, and stay awake on the edge of madness as his own cognition is constantly eroded. Because the next person targeted by the "lie eater" may be himself; and the next lie that needs to be "identified" may be hidden in the mouths of the people he trusts most, or even... Deep in his own soul. Do you dare to weigh your own truth?