In the seventeenth year of Taiping, a floating corpse with a mutilated right foot floated in the Luoshui River.
Xie Zhao, the sword-wielding officer of the Shangshu Yuan, held a shrimp bag in his mouth to conduct an autopsy, but he picked out a flash of cold indigo flame from the bones.
That night a ghost fire suddenly broke out in Yizhuang, and all the floating corpses were burned, leaving only half a piece of jade with the word "Zhao Zhao" engraved on it——
The name of the son of the minister responsible for the Hongwan case fifteen years ago is the same as Xie Zhao's bloodline.
In order to find out the truth, Xie Zhao was forced to go with Xiao Wuhuo, the master of Linglong Pavilion.
The cinnabar moles at the end of the man's eyes are quenched with cold poison, the puppet silk around his wrists is entangled with countless lives, and the black cloak is wrapped with snow lotus and agarwood.
But when Leng Yan was eating his heart, he rejected the only antidote in his life, "Xie Zhao, I have the final say on your life."
Floating Corpse in Luoshui River, Blood-clothed Puppet, Yin-Yang Tea Gu...
An old case involves Wude Nian's shocking conspiracy.
When the jade jewels were put together, the silver bell on Xie Zhao's waist resonated with Xiao Wuhuo's poisonous pattern,
Only then did we realize that the so-called "you and me" were actually the same destination but different paths written in the horoscope.
"The cold flames burn away the turmoil in the world, but the shining sun and moon cannot be deceived."
——In the dusk snow, only shadows cross the thousands of mountains, and people in the boat share the light rain with each other.
Concept: ancient style suspense