In the winter of the third year of Jinghe, Xiao Muxun, the famous war god of Northern Xinjiang, was notorious for betraying the country. His family was wiped out, and he himself also committed suicide. However, the overwhelming injustice and unfulfilled obsession prevented his soul from returning to Jiuquan. Instead, it turned into a cold and lonely remnant soul, wandering among the ruins of the already scorched General's Mansion, and gradually dissipated.
At that time, Yan Qimo, whose family was also in decline, had been reduced from a noble son of the Qing Dynasty to the lowest painter in the court painting academy, struggling to survive with pen and ink. One snowy night, he was ordered to draw the ruins of the mansion, but among the ruins, he glimpsed the transparent soul that no one could see - the armor was broken, and the bones were eaten away by grief.
One person and one ghost, separated by life and death. He is the only earthly person he can see, he is the only earthly anchor he can touch.
In order to clear Xiao Che's grievances and find a glimmer of hope for himself, Yan Qimo took up the paintbrush and used his own essence, blood and spiritual energy as a guide to paint and fix the shape of the soul that was about to dissipate. The murderous aura of the former generals has become a powerful weapon for exploring secrets and evading magic circles at night; but the ingenious brushwork of a down-and-out painter can reproduce evidence of crime, draw psychic shadows, and create thunder in silent places.
They work together to sneak into the formidable mansion, break into the ancient tombs full of resentment, steal information while the dignitaries are drinking, and struggle to the death amidst the heavy siege of evil cultivators and evil spirits. The cinnabar on the tip of the pen outlines the context of the conspiracy, and the ghostly ghosts in the human heart are penetrated by the bone-chilling soul. In the countless untouchable days and nights, the throbbing that spans life and death quietly arises, but it is like trying to embrace the moonlight, only to be filled with cold emptiness.
However, as the truth is revealed step by step, and the day when the injustice is over is approaching, the obsession that supports the survival of the general's soul is quickly disappearing. Dawn will eventually come, and ghosts are destined not to exist under the sun.
This is a road of enlightenment that ends with the soul flying to pieces. Yan Qimo devoted his life's painting skills to painting the general's iron bones and countless regrets. Is it possible to paint an inch of his time in the world?
Purpose: To redress injustice and fight against power