The end of death is time travel? The relief I thought I had had to become the savior of a world composed of data.
"So what's the mission?"
"It's up to the host to find it himself."
Why was she chosen? And what is the purpose? It's obviously an ancient world, so why are there spiritual fluctuations and strange events? Who created this world? What kind of crisis does this world contain?
As a mysterious witch with white hair and strange eyes, she wanders through the maze of Luo Jing's rich and powerful people. A hexagram is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the prophecy is like a prophecy, but it cannot cover up the sound of coughing up blood due to the broken bones of the disease. Clinging to the young prime minister, the uncrowned king in the shadow of the Yong Dynasty. The eyes are covered with brocade, the sound of the piano on the fingertips can determine life or death, and the smile on the lips can overwhelm the family for hundreds of years. Even if you are blind, you can dominate the world.
Her appearance was accompanied by a series of strange and inexplicable "heavenly punishments": an important minister died suddenly and black blood flowed out of his seven orifices; students in the Holy Land of Scientific Research went crazy and screamed at the sight of hell; the imperial mausoleum shook, and the blue ghost fire burned the foundation of the dragon's veins... Every clue was like a cold poisonous snake, quietly wrapping around the heart of the empire.
He could hear the cold calculation in her music, which was like a replica of his own playing in the court. She saw through his elegance and authority, the loneliness and hatred that could burn the world. A deal was quietly reached - she used healing his eyes as bait, but what she wanted was to join forces to eliminate bugs in the world.
The heart-corroding demonic shadow tore through the city, and Bai Li turned into flying snow foam in his arms.
In this game of chess, the stakes are life and the country, and the intersection of illusion and reality... The truth
Concept: When the virtual has real emotions, the code will have the weight of the soul. Mutual redemption of incomplete souls, the deepest wounds will become the mirror to see each other. When fiction shakes reality, all dimensions deserve to be treated with tenderness. They overturned the blood-stained chess game and planted spring in the ruins of data - even if this new life was destined to last only half a lifetime, there was enough moonlight to sew the two shadows into a complete human form.