Wawu Mountain was named Wa Mountain in ancient times.
In the ancient town of Liujiang at the foot of the mountain, black sand climbs up in the cracks of the bluestone slabs every night.
The elders said that it was something sealed under the mountain that was turning over.
No one took it seriously and just regarded it as a rumor that had been passed down in the mountains for several lifetimes.
No one believed that Bai Ermen, who squatted by the ancient well all day long and leaned on an old jujube tree, was not a lunatic.
The people in the town laughed at him and were stunned when he heard the sound of the iron chain. He was a complete Washan lunatic.
Only he knows.
His surname is Bai, and the seal of the Big Dipper is engraved on his palm.
The Kaiming clan of ancient Shu was the last person to keep the pulse.
The sound of chains at the bottom of the well became closer and closer day by day, and black sand had already covered the stone bridge at the entrance of the town.
The seal at the bottom of the mountain is about to break through.
He must find the password that has been buried in Wawu Mountain for thousands of years before that happens.
— Not to unravel it.
It is to seal it for another thousand years.
