Ps The main text is over, please don't wonder why I included more extras than the main text...
I will never set up a million-word flag again... (Crying with my head in my arms. Jpg)
Will anyone really read what I write? (Inferior self-esteem)
I really can't write anymore...
There is a high probability that it will be linked with "Twin Woods", and then, I still have a lot of copies of female OCs, and they will be linked together, and I will write an if line: Tea Party.
2026/6/28
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In 9812 AD, Tianmu peeled off a copy of another dimension from the Shen family's cemetery in Jiangnan.
Time stands still here, the four seasons are autumn and winter, and the white daisies never fade.
Shen Qingyan, the last gravekeeper of the Shen family in Jiangnan, with plain white silk wrapped around his eyes, is the cemetery. With white daisies as her eyes and the cemetery as her body, she can see every barrage in the sky live broadcast, and can sense the heartbeat and disguise of every intruder.
15 Players were selected by the sky to come here. They had obviously watched this live broadcast countless times in reality, but they had a splitting headache the moment they stepped into the cemetery - all the strategies, all the rules, all the ways to survive, were all locked in the depths of their memories. Their goal is to find the "Compass of the Past" within seven days and escape from this gentle prison.
As for Shen Qingyan, as the dungeon boss, he has no emotions or mercy and only enforces the rules of guarding the tomb. She handed out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and weaved a fantasy of memories, watching the players struggle on the edge of the rules and be destroyed in the whirlpool of human nature.
Seven days later, all 15 players were dead and no one had passed the level.
The secret of this cemetery will always be remembered by only her.
Purpose: To explore the boundary between loneliness and destination, to reveal the cruel truth beneath the surface of tenderness, as well as the individual's powerlessness and forgotten eternity in the cycle of fate.
