In the last years of the Liang Dynasty, plague was rampant in Youzhou, the imperial capital, wars broke out everywhere, and the four state capitals were lost one after another. A strange plague that gushes out from the underground of the palace - the "Thread-Tangled Plague" - devours the minds of the living at an extremely fast speed. The eyes of the infected person turn red, and all five senses are lost. Within seven days, they turn into living corpses, violently injuring people. It is similar to the zombies of the end of the world, but more secretive and silent.
The space-time rift over City Y tore open again.
All seven members of the seventh team were involved and fell into the wasteland and war smoke of the Liang Dynasty. Ji Shuhe opened his eyes and found that he was wearing a coarse cloth medicine shirt and holding an ancient silver needle in his hand. Qin Shuyuan stood on the city tower at the border of blood and fire. His black shirt was filled with wind. There was no wind blade in his palm - but he could call the wind and sand in the military formation.
The seventh team was scattered in this unfamiliar territory - Wen Xu'an became a descendant of a down-and-out historian, Lu Mang became a border primary school, Shen Zheng became an exiled disciple of a clever family in the Ministry of Industry, Pei Shuo became a ranger who traveled around the world, and Lin Zhiyou became a medicine girl who dispensed medicine to benefit the people. They must cross the mountains and rivers separated by the plague, pass through the fallen state capital and the collapsed army, and reunite under the Youzhou City before everyone's memory is swallowed up by the "Tangled Silk Plague" - Deep in the palace, there is a "Heaven-Sewing Formation" that has been buried for decades and sacrifices human beings is slowly awakening.
What they have to do is to use knives, needles, fire, wind, and their own methods to sew the cracked seam back together stitch by stitch before everyone forgets everything.
This is the last volume of the Sewing Chronicles. Twilight ruins, old city black crows, oasis wheat fields, modern wards... That crack finally sent them further away. This time, they will start from scratch and draw a complete end point for this long road with a mountain-river level stitching.
Intention: Doctors from another world put down their scalpels, but never put down their benevolence; soldiers from another world take off their military uniforms, but never take off their responsibility to protect. The cracks in the mountains and rivers can still be bridged stitch by stitch by a group of strangers using their original warmth.