Xianbei general He Lanyun snatched half a scroll of blood scriptures from Hou Jing's knife, but he didn't know that the mark of the star chart was spreading on his back; Ahe, a refugee from Huaibei, scraped out the coordinates of his father's death inscription in the tears of candles while carrying corpse candles; before Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty starved to death in Taicheng, he bit his finger and wrote an edict of guilt on the interlayer of the scriptures - these three coffins will eventually contain the soul of the entire Southern Dynasty.
Farmers waiting for spring plowing plowed through the mud of Shaopei, and the magnets picked up the rusty arrowheads and the ashes of Buddhist scriptures. Secrets written in blood eventually become nutrients for rice ears, and you and I are both people who have swallowed the iron filings of history.
