[Suspense and Supernatural × Occult Exploration × Poison in the Western Regions]
In the prosperous age of Chang'an, the souls of the dead were silent, but the corpses spoke.
The young man named Wang Yan, who was born with the ability to listen to corpses and discern the words of the dead, was living a miserable life in Yizhuang, but he was involved in a shocking mystery because of the beautiful corpse of an unparalleled oiran. Not only did she die strangely, but there were also poisonous insects hidden in her body, and there were shocking secrets behind her...
In order to break the taboo, he dissected corpses to extract the poison and exchanged his life for information. He was hunted by many parties and was shocked at every step. From the ghost market in Chang'an to the secret caves of Dunhuang, the corpse's words are like a curse, guiding him towards a deeper conspiracy...
"The truth is in Cave 17 of Mogao Grottoes. Don't trust the living people."
"The last words she said before she died were not words of love, but a curse."
"She said, you are next."
Looking up at the moon, snow is falling in Chang'an.
Travel across strange roads and clear away the fog.
Can you... Can you hear the corpse talking?
[Click to open the text] Let's listen together!
But remember, once you hear it, you can't escape it!
Reader comments
"The Corpse Whispering in Chang'an" is a dark love poem I dedicated to the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty. Follow Wang Yan and take a bite of Hu Pancake, and touch the whispers of the dead souls in the wormwood atmosphere. The Big Dipper on his wrist was burning, using life as fire to illuminate the abscesses and bones under the bustling brocade. Under the lights of Chang'an in the prosperous age, there are all silent shouts and unseen truths. Open this book and listen to the stories of the deceased, which will make your hair stand on end and your blood boiling.
"The Corpse Whispering in Chang'an" is a dark love poem I dedicated to the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty. Follow Wang Yan and take a bite of Hu Pancake, and touch the whispers of the dead souls in the wormwood atmosphere. The Big Dipper on his wrist was burning, using life as fire to illuminate the abscesses and bones under the bustling brocade. Under the lights of Chang'an in the prosperous age, there are all silent shouts and unseen truths. Open this book and listen to the stories of the deceased, which will make your hair stand on end and your blood boiling.