In the last years of Guangxu, in Yuzhen, Jiangnan, the widow Song Ci had a pair of hands that could make the dead "speak". When shopkeeper Wu of the Silk Shop suddenly died with a sly smile on his face, his family was eager to seal the coffin, but an anonymous piece of paper with suspicious remains was handed over to the village. Song Ci took the ancestral magic and the blue cloth book that never left his body and stepped into the royal family. The fragrance of the powder hides the rotten smell, and the brocade embroidery hides murderous intent. Every autopsy is a silent dialogue with the soul of the dead; every record is a thin blade piercing lies. Behind the serial murder case, it is not only related to the personal grudges of the family, but also involves an old case of imperial examination fraud that has been dusty for ten years. When the corpse stains of the truth gradually emerged, Song Ci discovered that his "Old Book" soaked in the smell of corpses and medicine had already become the inevitable evidence of the murderer. Burying the corpse on a rainy night and chasing the murderer during the day, is he suturing the wound, or is he uncovering the festering wounds of an era?
