On the thirteenth day after the black rain fell, I took out a book with eyes open from the dead man's arms.
That night, the gates of the northern border city were about to be broken, and strange beasts from the mountains and seas entered the city in the rain, and the people in the outer city were treated as outcasts. Everyone was running away, but I was the only one who heard the broken book whispering to me: remembering its name can help keep its shape.
My name is Lu Chen, the most inconspicuous corpse-moving handyman in the border town.
I originally just wanted to live, but later I discovered that "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" is not an ancient book, but a list of all the spirits of the mountains and seas. The gods are tampering with the old history, the demon court is waiting for resurrection, the dragon clan is sinking into ruins, and the darkness outside is swallowing up the worlds.
When all living beings lose their reputation, heaven and earth will die.
So I set out from Heiyu Yizhuang, memorized the true names of strange beasts, suppressed the remaining souls of mountains and seas, entered Qingqiu, entered the Dragon Ruins, asked about the gods, but failed to step carefully, and finally stood before the cracks in the heavens.
If this world is destined to write down the weak as "several", then I will carve their names back into the mountains and seas one by one.
