Forgotten Traces

My name is Wu Xie. I once thought that all adventures were over and all the puzzles were left behind. Until I discovered that the most dangerous grave turned out to be my own broken body. I spent decades going deep into those forgotten corners, searching for an answer, but I brought the "traces" of the grave back into my body like trophies. Now, they collectively wake up and settle the ledger with me. My life is irreversibly coming to an end, and what comes earlier than death is forgetfulness. When modern medicine and Taoist secrets fail, our only way to survive is to return to the abyss of consciousness - at the bottom of my life, use our common memories to build the last big tomb: "Yunding Heavenly Palace". Zhang Qiling used blood as a guide to illuminate his way home; Fatty used the past as a cornerstone to cling to his soul. This is not for the sake of fighting, but for the purpose of "requiem" - to put all the violent past in my body. This is a story about "traces" - how scars become imprints, and how forgetfulness reveals deep love. When the hourglass ran out, I finally understood: Brother, it turns out that you have spent your whole life not to protect a secret, but to protect someone who is about to forget you. The final chapter of the Iron Triangle is not in any ancient tomb recorded in history books, but in my flesh and soul. I want to use this last bit of clarity to tell them: Even if I forget the whole world, my body will remember how to love you. The article is sweet and cruel, if you like it, please click to update it and add it to your bookshelf. Thank you very much, readers つ♡⊂