On the autopsy table, the dead man said something——
"The person who killed me is Gu Jiusi."
Gu Jiusi is here to collect debts. He is the poorest magician in Qingwu City. He owes eighteen taels of silver to the inn. Even if he jumps out of the window to escape, he has to figure out where to land first. Su Banxia is here for the autopsy. She was afraid of corpses, but she was even more afraid of others messing up the scene.
A talking dead man binds the two most unwilling people together.
In Qingwu City from now on, suspended wooden boxes can make people disappear out of thin air, wedding sedans roll over into mountain streams, silver banknotes lose one ingot of silver every day, and the floating ship contains the memory of a twelfth person. Behind every impossible scene, there is a lost trick - from an old legend called "Wumen Ban".
Gu Jiusi's master is the last successor of the Wumen Class. He disappeared from the water tank five years ago, no body, no letter.
"A living person is more deceptive than a ghost." Su Banxia said.
"It's not difficult." Gu Jiusi said, already touching the IOU unconsciously.
