The Record of the Heart-Knocking Heart

The Cangming River has stopped flowing for thirty-seven years. The riverbed that once nourished fertile soil for thousands of miles has broken into a spider web and turned into a "dry land" that swallows living souls. Shen Yan, a descendant of the stone keeper, carried the heirloom Duan Inkstone and half a volume of "Stone Keeper Records" on his back, and stepped into this desperate situation buried in the yellow sand - three years ago, his family was exiled on the charge of "drying up the spirit". His father died of being burned by hitting the stone, and his mother turned into withered bones. Only the master's last words, "The inkstone calms the dead soul, and the stone knocks the true heart" became his only obsession to find the truth. Deep in the river bed, he encountered an inkstone with a cold blue light. The moment his fingertips touched it, the inkstone in his arms suddenly became hot. The cloud patterns on the edge overlapped with the cracks in the river bed, and cinnabar-like blood oozed out. The blank page of "Stone Keeper" automatically displays words: "Knock on the stone three times, and the dead bones will open the door." The roar coming from the ruins in the distance is the call of the dead bones possessed by the "dry air". When Shen Inkstone struck the stone for the third time, in the blue light emerging from the cracks, the layers of dead bones were clearly engraved with the same pattern as the inkstone. The silver ring with dead bones on the top layer was exactly the same as his mother's relic on his finger. It turns out that the so-called "fornication with dry qi" is a secret guarded by stone keepers for generations - the knocking stone hides the vitality of the dry land, and the dry qi is originally an innocent soul trapped in the yellow sand. The wheat cakes in the luggage are getting shriveled day by day, but the temperature of the inkstone is getting higher and higher. Shen Yan holds the hot Duan Inkstone and walks between the withered bones and the dried air. What he is looking for is not only the innocence of his family, but also a way to let the Cangming River flow again and let the withered souls return home. But he didn't know that every time he struck the stone, he was confronting his own obsession, and that there was a choice heavier than the truth hidden in that heirloom inkstone.