I am Wu Xie. By chance, a Warring States silk manuscript drew me into a series of bizarre events. After all those trips into the mountains and down into ancient tombs, I finally understood what Grandpa meant: more frightening than ghosts and gods is the human heart. This time, Zhang Qiling (the Taciturn Bottle), Pangzi, Panzi, Xiaohua, and I set off on another tomb-raiding journey, never knowing that this was the ending waiting for us.
Looking back now, if I could, I would rather never have met you all.
If I could, I would rather never have met you.
Or perhaps never have come into this world at all.
If only you hadn't met that person that day.
If only you didn't keep believing so firmly that I existed.
Could everything have been less painful?
I can't breathe.
Ho ho ho~ Come on, great writer! ~
Come on, keep writing~~