When I woke up, I became the son-in-law of the wealthy Shen family in Jiangnan.
On the second day after their wedding, the eldest son of the Shen family died in the ancestral hall. His body was knelt down to worship his ancestors, but his face was covered with a strange red paper.
In front of the ancestral hall, seven taboos appeared at some point.
After the child's hour, one cannot call the names of ancestors.
If someone calls you in the well, you must answer "You have the wrong person."
If two identical people appear in the house, kill the one in white.
There is one last thing - don't believe Shen Zhaoyue.
But my wife Shen Zhaoyue was standing right behind me.
Dressed in white.
There is no shadow.
Everyone said it was ghosts and gods asking for their lives.
But I don't believe in ghosts.
I only believe in one thing:
Any rule, as long as it exists, must have a reason for its existence.
From the seven taboos in Shenzhai to the paper figurines to welcome the bride; from the No. 13 Ferry to the headless county magistrate; from the Jinling Dragon Bureau to the twelve taboos in Chang'an...
I investigated cases, became an official, and went to Beijing all the way to track down the strange events that were deliberately wiped out by the court, but gradually I discovered——
The real scary thing is never the ghost.
But some people are borrowing "ghosts" to modify history.
Until one day, I opened a complete record of the founding of the People's Republic of China in the imperial palace.
There is only one sentence above:
It was two hundred and seventy-three years since the founding of Dasheng.
But this dynasty should not exist.
And the name of the founding emperor on the first page of the history book...
It's exactly the same as me.
