My name is Wu Xie, and I have never thought that I would write this story under such circumstances. I'm afraid that if I don't write it, no one will know.
At first, I thought it was just a huge fortune left by my third uncle. Unexpectedly, what was behind it was a conspiracy that spanned a thousand years.
But what does any of this have to do with me?
I'm leaving soon.
When you see this note, please go to Wushanju in Hangzhou and find a guy named Wang Meng and ask him to stop asking about Zhang Qiling.
These things are not something we can afford.
Concept: Gradually destroying eternity