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Forensic doctor Zhao Yao woke up quietly and saw an antique wing in front of him. There was no beautiful lady beside him, only corpses on the ground. In order to protect himself, he picked up his old business again, but what he faced was a confusing cause of death, officials who kept secrets, and the hidden real murderer... And when he lifted the veil called etiquette, the treacherous world of warlocks came one after another. The boundary between human beings and gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas here is not far away, and it is also indistinguishable from the evil minds of heretics. The warlock with ulterior motives divided the destiny according to the heavenly stems and the earthly branches, and listed out the paths to conspire to usurp destiny. At first, he just wanted to live a comfortable and prosperous life in this feudal era, but unknowingly he had reached the end of his road. Looking back at the past, all the gods who were once aloof were turned into withered bones. Zhao Yao shook his head and sighed: I am not a stranger in the world, I just want to be free.