At 3:17 in the morning, Shen Zhiwei was preparing to paint the immortal Pei Zhaoye for the ninth time.
But just as Broken Sword finished halfway, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out from the computer screen and grabbed her wrist tightly.
"It's the ninth time."
"Shen Zhiwei, how many times are you going to draw me to death?"
The next moment, she was dragged into the comic book world by the immortal she created.
Here, Pei Zhaoye listened to the thunder for three hundred years at the Zhuxian Terrace; the characters she had deleted awakened from the scrapped manuscript; the unfinished mountains and rivers were being swallowed bit by bit by endless blanks.
To return to reality, Shen Zhiwei must find the name seal, life and death seal, and ending seal to complete the world again.
But she gradually discovered that every time the finishing touch changed her fate, it would take away a piece of her memory.
And Pei Zhaoye's real purpose in dragging her into the book was not to let her save the Three Realms.
Let her die for him.
One is an author who once arranged the fate of all living beings at will.
One is an immortal who remembers his eight deaths.
From using each other to dying side by side, from loving and killing each other to redeeming each other, what they ultimately have to face is not just the wordless calamity that devours the three realms.
And the most cruel question——
Who should write the ending of the story?
