The protagonist Lin Mo woke up and actually traveled to the world of Shan Hai Jing. The mountain wind carried the bloody smell and poured it into the rock crevices. Lin Mo woke up in severe pain.
Dark. Moisture. There is also a cold, scaly feeling of restraint.
He suddenly wanted to sit up, but his forehead hit the rough stone wall hard, causing him to gasp in pain - the sound was wrong! Not the familiar vibrating sound of his vocal cords, but a more high-pitched, almost neighing tone.
Memory is like a stagnant flood, chaotic. A moment ago, he was still in the museum's warehouse, carefully putting the newly recovered bronze bone book said to be from a Shang and Zhou tomb into the safe. The bone book was strange, neither gold nor jade, with cold tentacles. What was engraved on it were not any known words, but some runes of strange birds and beasts that were twisted like living creatures. He was just out of curiosity and used his fingers to trace a pattern that looked like a bird but not a bird, or something like a fish but not a fish...
There was a sudden pain in the fingertips, as if he had been bitten by something, and then the world began to spin, and his consciousness sank into boundless darkness.
