Library

I wandered between the city and the countryside, staying among the crowds and bars, Travel through forests and mountains to find forgotten letters and carvings, word of mouth The myths, country legends and strange rumors passed down from time to time were carved on the stone slabs. Record it. In short, it is a collection of stories in which strange, nagging, messy, and bizarre things may appear.

Under the strange whispers from the distant stars, everyone is the pawn of the "god". I really couldn't accept that the person who appeared in the mirror was actually myself. The dark and loose skin seemed to be melting, and the tentacles growing out of my body. They were so small, like squirming threads, but they almost made me breathless in front of the mirror. I didn't know how long I had been in front of the mirror. How long, it could be half an hour, an hour, two hours, or more, but no matter how long I stared at myself in the mirror, I couldn't accept that it was me. If I hadn't picked up the scissors and cut off a tentacle, if it hadn't been for the severe pain that spread throughout my body after that, I thought it would be broken. I was dreaming, a long nightmare. -Excerpted from Li Zhongshu's diary

In a world full of all kinds of monsters and monsters, people are inexplicably sent to meet the God of Death even when they are walking on the roadside. The living and the dead have been at odds for a long time. How can a dead soul who grew up in an underground palace and was transformed by a necromancer into a dead soul that can grow like ordinary people blend into the camp of the living and become an influential figure?