In the winter of the 25th year of Daoguang's reign, I picked up a book from the future under my pillow in an inn in Beijing.
Relying on the records in the book, I saw through the turmoil in the officialdom and planned every step of the way, vowing to overthrow the powerful traitor Guiliang and clear the sky of injustice.
But this is not Shuangwen Golden Finger.
Every time I use it, the pages of the book will melt; what's even more terrifying is that it will quietly insert thoughts that don't belong to me into my mind.
Guiliang fell, and the injustice was revealed. Everyone thought they had won a great victory.
As everyone knows, Guiliang is nothing more than a chess piece in front of the stage. The net behind the scenes has tightened.
After resigning and returning to his hometown, his hometown was already under surveillance. The old man risked his life and ran to report the news at night, and the pursuers followed him one after another.
He won the battle in the world, but could not escape the fateful curse brought by the strange book.
To survive is to commit suicide slowly.
