The moonlight in Canghu Lake can see the blood, but cannot shine through the figure on the dragon chair.
Under the blood moon in the sky, ten-year-old Shen Zhao huddled among the corpses in Huafang, watching helplessly as the masked man's knife sank into his father's back.
Hundreds of literati's bones sank into the lake, and the general's mansion was burned to the ground overnight. The infant brother never had the chance to grasp her bloody fingertips.
The toe of the enemy's boot ran over the fragment of the tiger talisman, and she swallowed her scream and blended into the pile of corpses to become a "dead person".
Ten years later, there was a cold-faced executioner in Luojing City.
The autopsy knife cut open Gaotang's festering abdominal cavity - the carrion was embedded with exotic poisons, and the account books were covered with ghost figures.
Every blood line she traces leads to the deepest shadow of the Nine Layers Palace.
Until Beizhen Fusi's embroidered spring knife was pressed against her throat, Pei Wangshu's breath burned through her ears:
"Master Shen, this case cannot be investigated by a living person, it must be investigated by a dead person."
She uses bones as steps, he uses stigma as blades
The two met on a narrow road in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood——
She cut open the disguise of the real murderer, and he cut off the black hand behind the scenes;
She saw through the fangs beneath the surface of his charming master, and he saw through the old wounds in her cold bones.
What is a loyal bone, what is a backbone?
"After tonight, there will only be a pure moon left between you and me."
Intention: There is no bright moon on the high platform, but the bright moon has already entered my heart
