"The theft of the Qilin Blood Jade from the Central Museum in the capital a month ago remains unsolved. Spokespeople for the Seven Great Clans claim they've narrowed the suspects down to the Demon Cult, an organization that has stood against the Seven Swords for thousands of years. According to police, the crime scene yielded no clues, except for a wooden token found in a corner. The characters on it had worn away and were illegible, but its shape resembled the tokens unique to the Demon Cult..."
Han Lianchen, who has lost her memory, is swept up in a theft case, unaware that everything is part of a plot that was set in motion ahead of time.
All kinds of accidents begin happening around her, pushing her along the narrow path of the plot. She keeps running into people she doesn't want to see, or mustn't see, by one coincidence after another. Then she's hunted, and hunted again, hunted along the way, and hunted at the end.
Fed up with being chased, Han Lianchen sits up in the middle of the night and questions her life. She decides to declare war on the mastermind: Damn you, just wait till I get my hands on you!
But as her investigation deepens and her memories return, she discovers that the one pulling the strings may be none other than...
[Content warning]
OC set in the 302nd generation of the Seven Swords
Inspired by an over-the-top, melodramatic fanfic I wrote in middle school. An alternate universe; don't overanalyze the details. I wrote it for fun, so you may find it hard to read.
Ensemble cast, multiple pairings. Not recommended for readers with strict preferences.
Theme: Bean paste
The author's writing is so good. It's so beautiful that I can't sleep? So who did the heroine identify in the 103rd year of the Qing Dynasty? I'm so curious.
I remember when I read the first version of this article, it was still a serious way of fighting demons. Is the world view so grand now?
Haha, to be honest, although the brother-sister drama is bloody, but... I feel this for no reason.
It's even slower here than Tieba.