Grandpa has been missing for many years, leaving Liang An with only an old carpenter's shop, an ancestral ink fountain, and a house that has never been completed.
That night when the demolition team knocked down the Shi Gandang at the entrance of the alley, the old alley turned upside down overnight - the beams hung in the air and never fell to the ground, and the people in the alley were trapped in the same dusk. The rules left sixty years ago are still in effect: "If the beams don't fall to the ground, they will die when they hit the ground."
Liang An flicked the ink fountain open for the first time, and then he realized that the mountains and rivers under his feet were a huge project in themselves: mountains are nails, rivers are lines, and cities are knots. Every "township" that has been passed down for thousands of years is the mortise and tenon of that thing.
Nowadays, the town objects are decaying and breaking one by one, and the barbaric wilderness that has been suppressed for three thousand years is turning around. And he was the last one who knew how to practice.
When others exorcise ghosts, he picks up the pieces; when others break the formation, he surveys and maps. Every anomaly is a project - surveying, preparing materials, restoring construction methods, and re-suppressing it.
No, live in it. Because all towns will eventually become safe.
