Su Ye woke up to find himself a county constable in the Great Li Dynasty.
The martial arts of this world were flourishing, but something about it seemed off…
Buddhist disciples sat in meditation all day, saying that speaking would send them to the “Hell of Verbal Sin.” Actors in opera troupes donned armor and wielded spears, claiming they were the true spirit of the Hegemon-King of Western Chu.
And the first case he was assigned was “Death by Embroidered Shoes.”
After midnight, the long street was deserted. Footsteps behind him drew closer and closer, and he could feel a cold breath against the back of his neck.
Blood-red words appeared before his eyes:
[Rule One: After midnight, do not look back while on the street.]
[Rule Two: If you hear a woman crying, go to the City God Temple and offer incense at once.]
[Rule Three: When embroidered shoes appear, close your eyes and count to ten.]
Su Ye looked at the blurry bronze mirror in his hand and suddenly smiled.
So the martial arts of this world were really about understanding and playing a role in the rules, then ultimately… twisting them?
While other martial artists were still struggling to understand the rules of the “Murderous Ghost,”
Su Ye had already changed Rule Three: [When embroidered shoes appear, they will first dance a routine to Pure Land Paradise.]
Years later, the supernatural descended and the myriad worlds shattered.
Old Ones whispered among the stars, while indescribable beings devoured them.
Su Ye stood amid the galaxy, with countless twisted chains of rules appearing behind him.
He addressed the supernatural beings of the heavens in a gentle voice:
“Now, let’s play a game.”
“I’ll make the rules.”
