(Infinite streaming + ancient poetry puzzles + micro-thriller + survival + team confrontation)
On the anniversary of my father's death, I restored a line of new ink characters with a moist feeling in the ancient book he left behind:
Don't look up at the moon! ! !
The next second, the pale moonlight soaked into the pages of the book.
Here, those who look up at the moon will turn into ice sculptures;
As long as you believe that "hometown is under your feet", countless muddy hands will stretch out from the ground and drag you into the mud to become a part of your "hometown";
Everyone is hiding from the moonlight, but no one knows——
The last sentence is not "bow down and think about hometown" at all.
That's the grave that Shihun dug for you!
The cries of birds in "Spring Dawn" will draw away the souls, and those who wake others will become the next withered flower;
"Climbing the Stork Tower" The higher you go, the closer you are to death. All those who desperately climb to the top become sacrifices to the sun that never sets;
When the bell of "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" rings, one person is missing, and there is never a living person in the passenger ship on the river;
Direct killing is prohibited in the poem, but stealing clues, misleading, and inducing death is allowed.
I break through these murderous poems one by one,
Just to find out the mysterious cause of my father's death and save my mother who is forgetting me little by little.
But the closer I get to the truth, the chillier I get.
I thought he was the first victim to be swallowed up by poetry.
But I saw in the system records that he was the first person to delete someone else's life path.
He was not killed by the poetry puppet system.
He is the most terrifying previous editor since the birth of the system.
And every step I take now,
They were all scripts he wrote twenty years ago with the blood of countless people.
Final warning
Never believe ancient poems in textbooks! ! !
