My name is Sha Er.
There is a person who polishes night pearls at the bottom of the Liusha River. He has worked for three hundred years, has no official establishment, no immortal status, and no social security.
My job is simple: polish more than 10,000 beads so that the river surface will always glow with golden light. As for why the bottom of the river was illuminated so brightly, it wasn't mentioned above, and I didn't ask. At the bottom of the quicksand river, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask - this is the rule of survival.
Until that day, I picked up a stone in the mud.
A talking stone.
It made me see some things I shouldn't have seen: fire, weapons, old people and children lying in a pool of blood. There was also a man with a bloody face who said to me——
"Tell them."
From that day on, I could never go back.
The white-coated envoy of the Supervision Department began to walk around the bottom of the river. There is a girl named A Li missing from the Tianhe fish feeding place. The old man who sweeps the floor in Pantaoyuan always knocks on my window in the middle of the night. And at the deepest part of the river, there is a door that has never been opened. The runes on the door are exactly the same as the stone in my hand.
I'm just a bead polisher. I'm afraid of death, afraid of getting into trouble, afraid of all trouble.
But this stone in my arms is getting hotter day by day.
It was so hot that I couldn't sleep, and it was so hot that I began to think: What if those people who were erased were like me and just wanted to live peacefully for the rest of their lives?
This book is the other side of the Three Realms written down by the most cowardly little demon using the hottest stone.
There is no hero to save the world.
Only those blown away by the wind, obscured by light, and forgotten by history——
dust.
And above the dust, the stars once shined.
