Hidden in the cracks of celadon from the official kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty is the secret language of the Black Turtle clan that has been sleeping for thousands of years. As soon as Lin Yanfu, who had traveled through time and space, opened his eyes, the black turtle mark on his chest resonated with the ancient porcelain, and he was involved in a fateful puzzle that spanned time and space. The torn silk book of the Warring States Period was not only a map to guide the Lu Palace, but also a chain linking the Wang family's conspiracy.
The morning fog in Wu Shanju has not yet cleared, and he has already used the power of bloodline tracing to glimpse Wang Zanghai's foreshadowing in the dark patterns of the broken porcelain; in the miasma valley of the Guazi Temple, behind the group of corpses and the Gu insect array, it is his uncle Lin Kun's determination to betray the family for immortality. When Zhang Qiling's Qilin Qi and his Black Turtle Qi collided with golden-red light on the bronze fragments, the bond of the Iron Triangle was established: Wu Xie's notes contained Wu Laogou's legacy, Fatty Wang's shotgun protected the tacit understanding of life and death, and the combined power of his and Zhang Qiling's two veins was the key to deciphering the prophecy of "The Black Turtle leads, the Qilin avoids".
From the screams of blood corpses in the corpse pile of the Lu Palace, to the wails of the forbidden women in the sunken ship in Xisha, to the final inquiry at the bronze gate in Changbai Mountain, the light of the scales of the snake-browed copper fish always guides the direction. The Gu insects of the Wang family's "shadow" have polluted the bloodline of the black turtle, but they cannot pollute the original intention of guardianship; what the scale mirror reflects is not the secret key to immortality, but the motto "Those who guard the heart will conquer the world". When the smoke from the volcanic eruption covered the snow-capped mountains, and a mysterious text message came from the Wang family's remaining party with the bad news of awakening the sea monster, Lin Yan finally understood: the most terrifying ultimate thing behind the bronze door was never the crack, but the greed deep in the human heart.
The black turtle's scales are still hot, and the Qilin knife has been unsheathed again. This adventure across West Lake, Ludi, Xisha and Changbai has just opened its second curtain.
At least it looks better than a real stolen pen.