This is a story that begins with standing at the Purple Mountain Observatory and wanting to see the moon, and then seeing corpses rising from the tombs of various sizes on Zhongshan Mountain. The protagonist discovers in an instant that he is the chosen one, and thus begins the struggle to fight against the thousand-year-old rice dumplings and save all mankind.
The emotions are dark, the content is for newspapers, and the author is complaining.
This article is purely fictitious, and the historical figures involved are only needed for the story. The author does not want to blaspheme the ancestors... If there are any similarities, let the author be struck to death by lightning.