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In Philadelphia, the United States; in the imperial capital of China; in the depths of the vast Changbai Mountains; in the hinterland of the Banai Shiwan Mountain; in the no-man's land of Medog, Tibet. In the nine gates of Changsha, I am young and frivolous; by the West Lake, I carry my white head.
The historical facts recorded on the Changming Lantern; the story of the snake-browed copper fish strung together. The truth behind Jiumenjiajia; the shadow behind false tranquility. The traces left by all games from ancient times to the present.
Snake eyebrows, bronze fish, ghost seals, Jie Lian's notes that have never been revealed to anyone.
Jieyuhua. Black blind man. Wu Xie. Zhang Qiling
Where to go
"I won't die. I can't die. I have no right to die. My life is not mine at all."
"What does his life and death have to do with me? I just want to find him. You have only two ways now, one is to find him, the other is to die."
"This is not the place you should be at all."
"The son is unfilial, but that man is worth it even if his life is worth one life."
If you are at ease, I will follow you like a duck.
Is it over? Is it over?
Of course not, our story has just begun