What I am wailing at is not the crying of ghosts at night, nor the resentment of ordinary people.
What is reflected in the window is not a ghost. She has never worn white clothes in her life.
I've seen headless pigs, I've seen corpses giving birth to red umbrellas
Densely packed black figures in the raging firelight
The skinned execution ground drips with blood
The alley where the departed soul is not just a folk song
dead royal grandmother
I heard that she was as stunning as me when she was alive.
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I will make some small changes while writing, try to fix the loopholes and add details, but the main plot will not change. You can read it first. The updates will be slower because the writing is very casual and the timeline needs to be sorted out, but I will not abandon the pen.
! ! ! Important note: The timeline is not very complete. I will make modifications and intersperses. The modification of the timeline will be completed when Song Ningjia and Su Gui encounter the first case on their way north.
Intention: bright future
