He who has died once is not afraid of dying again.
When Jiang Si woke up, he remembered nothing but his name.
The person who rescued him was a young man from the mountains. He was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He called him a waste, but put the last piece of cake into his mouth. There was a girl who collected herbs in the village. Her eyes dodged when she looked at him, and the herbs she handed to him were always neatly wrapped.
He thought life would continue like this.
Until that day…
In the ice cave, the girl hugged him and said "I love you", and then was pulled up. And he fell into the mysterious ice, never to be heard from again.
Three years later, he woke up.
Dead man, wake up.
Back in the village, there was only one tombstone left. Eight words are engraved on the monument——
"The river has no wandering trace, and there is no world"
It was built for him by the villagers. He died, was buried, and was remembered.
But now he stood in front of his own grave, touching his cold tombstone and smiling.
Qinghe tore up the guardian totem for him and walked away from Dubai City. Yaoluo guarded the empty village for three years, and finally embarked on the road to find him.
A dead man owed two lives, three cities, and countless unspoken answers.
He didn't know what the shadow was, he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know what the black mist swallowed.
But he knew——
There is no heaven and earth.
