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Reason is on the altar, madness is hidden underground. London, 1668 A. D. The piston of the steam engine beats against the gilded throne of the Empire; and in the thick fog of the Thames, creation far more filthy than soot is resurrecting. Waking up from the dirtiest corner of the empire, Hua Qiang, as a guest in a foreign land, awakened to the mysterious card that predicts destiny. The followers of the evil god whisper in the streets, the fruits of alienation grow in the shadows, and the official "hounds" chase the clues, but are dragged into the abyss in the fog... When the shadow of the past completely envelopes the foggy city, a feast of order and chaos begins as scheduled. Huaqiang held a long sword in his hand, facing the indescribable fear, and issued a soul torture from the East: "Are you keeping your old self alive?" Under the blade lies the key to a secret path and an invitation to destruction. This is a strange Victorian tale of sanity, madness and betrayal. In this era of crumbling faith, let's see how an atheist can use the most secular way to question the deepest fears!

In the third year of Taikang in the Western Jin Dynasty, in order to investigate a mysterious case, Tao Jiuchuan, the waste captain of Wuling, accidentally strayed into the Peach Blossom Spring on a raft. During the day, I saw villagers cooking carved barley rice and brewing blood peach wine. In the middle of the night, rice ears sprouted human faces and peach roots wrapped around the emperor's coffin. Whenever there is a dark day, he is forced to fall into the "historical anchor point". He snatched the Red Sky Sword Spike from the Baideng Corpse Wave, followed the Champion Hou on an expedition to Mobei to slay the Jiao and enshrine him, and even watched the Meteor Meteor Camp outside Kunyang City at night, unlocking the blood contract of peace for the wronged souls of the Yellow Turban Rebellion... The scattered fragments of history are quenched into blades in his hands, splitting open the foggy truth! As the cause and effect gradually emerged, an ultimate conspiracy spanning more than five hundred years emerged... "Look, gentlemen, the peach blossoms in Wuling are burning brightly. They bloom with the blood of the human emperor and bear the consequences of eternal calamity for the common people."