I am Shen Wenqu, and I started a different life just because I went into the mountains to take shelter from the rain and picked up a box of old diaries from ten years ago.
The hard-covered notebook, with uncanny handwriting and signed Su Yibai, is full of ghostly and strange anecdotes about Qingzhang Lanxi.
I thought it was a notebook of ghosts and monsters abandoned by the predecessors, until new ink stains appeared on the cover out of thin air, like a question and an answer——
The person opposite lives in a mirror-reversed parallel time and space, opens a teahouse, and communicates with yin and yang. He is facing her ten years later, with a look of astonishment on his face.
Separated by the mountains and rivers of the two worlds and ten years of time, they investigated each other's feng shui and old cases, thinking it was just a chance encounter.
Little did they know that the python shadow had already existed in two worlds: the gods who were in charge of disasters looked coldly on them, and the spirits who harbored old grudges secretly planned their deaths.
On one side are the ordinary people who watch their children and practice in teahouses amidst the fireworks;
On one side is the man of the same name who fell into evil ways and became a puppet.
When the calamity of death is overwhelming, which way will the balance of human nature lean?
Should you push a friend you have never met in another world into the abyss in exchange for your own stability, or should you grit your teeth and bear all the consequences?
It wasn't until ten years later that she followed the traces and stood in front of the grave, clearly seeing the familiar name on the monument.
Only then did I understand that this encounter across two realms was a trap from the beginning.
Intention: The spirit and strangeness are the exterior, and the human heart is the heart. Borrow an old diary from a lifetime ago to write down the obsessions, regrets and unspoken tenderness in the fireworks of the city. The supernatural is not scary, only those who are trapped in the past are pitiful; all kinds of strange news, in the end, are meant to help people and each other who are separated by time.
