In the divine capital of Wuzhou, it was the time of the ghost market.
A vermilion coffin appeared out of thin air in the middle of the cross street. Lying in the coffin was the prisoner who had just been executed three days ago.
The corpse was holding a bronze talisman in its hand, engraved with a unicorn pattern, and a line of words written on the back:
"Di Renjie personally approves."
The whole city was in an uproar, and Empress Wu was furious.
Everyone is waiting to see his joke.
Di Renjie squatted down, glanced at the mud on the soles of the deceased's shoes, and smiled:
"Ghosts and gods don't wear the wrong shoes. We are human and we make mistakes."
From the red coffin in the ghost market to the hanging corpse in Hanyuan Palace, from the shredded corpse in the Western Region to the ghost bride dying with a smile on her face.
Behind each strange case, they all point to a name that has disappeared for twenty years-Qilin Pavilion.
Some people say that this is the revenge of the former ministers.
Some people say this is a curse left by the late emperor.
Only Di Renjie knows: The most terrifying thing in the world is never the ghosts and gods, but the human heart.
But this time, he was not only investigating the murderer, but also the abyss beneath this divine capital.
