In the year 1889 of the Steam Era, White Dew City was damp all year round, coal dust settling into every alley.
Luen Weize, a copyist for the dockside ledgers, only wanted to save enough for rent and take his younger sister out of the Lower City. That was until a corpse that had been dead for three days knocked on his upstairs neighbor's door in the dead of night.
A brass pocket watch that gave off heat, a farewell letter only half-written, and a black key pointing toward the church basement sent him one step into the depths of the fog.
There were sequences, churches, sealed artifacts, and monsters walking around in human skin.
Then Luen suddenly discovered that he could open his eyes above the gray fog, see names no one else could, and hear the echoes of gods that had yet to fade.
He had only wanted to survive.
But when the whole city was feeding the dead to something, there was no going back.
When I read the introduction, I thought it was a super power story. In the end, I wrote more than 200,000 words, and it was still just a detective investigating the case? Writing in vernacular Chinese is as good as classical Chinese. I don't understand what the first 200,000 words are about Let's talk about serious book reviews. There is currently no female protagonist in this article, and there is no ambiguous plot. But I feel that the writing is very unnatural, like a literary youth disease, It has been written as a "radio-wave article" and can only be read if it is on the radio wave. Since this is a new book, I give it 5 stars. I hope your book will be popular