Longcheng was built on layers of bones. Every meter of foundation dug will reveal human bones. The Yin Qi in the ground thickens into black water, seeping out from the cracks in the wall and dripping onto your pillow.
She sat up from her thousand-year-old coffin. Pale as porcelain, eyelashes as snow. There is no heart in the chest, but it hurts.
She had been combing her hair for a thousand years in front of the bronze mirror. The black hair reached to the waist, and where the comb teeth had been, the hair was broken by the roots and stained with blood. What was reflected in the bronze mirror was not her face - it was a hairless skeleton.
The first time they met, they wanted to kill each other.
"Who are you?"
"I don't know."
"Then get out."
"My feet won't let me roll away."
Deep in the ground, the thing smiled: "Mothers protect each other."
They said at the same time: "Who is protecting her?"
There is a marriage letter pressed under the threshold of Yizhuang. The recipient's name has been blurred in blood for a thousand years.
Tonight, the ink stains are growing like crazy.
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