【A mysterious cult rising from the ashes, inscrutable palace intrigues, and mysteries nested within mysteries: Tang Que meticulously weaves an ingenious plot. As bizarre murders claim one innocent life after another, can the wandering hero Yun Zhan still uncover the truth?】In his dream, everything is bloodred: the sky and the earth, the houses and the trees. People wear strange smiles as they gather in a circle, pointing and talking. He cannot make out their words, only an irritating buzz. What are they looking at? A thick, bloody glow blankets everything. Blurred silhouettes sway in the crimson haze, and the wind brushing over him is as hot as a blaze. He can almost smell the stench of his skin burning. What is it? He cannot stop himself from wondering. What are they looking at? What is there? His legs feel as heavy as lead as he pushes through the crowd and heads for the center. The people turn to look at him, baring their white teeth with savage, mocking eyes. The air seems to liquefy into a vast pool of blood, its sluggish color clouding his vision and choking his breath. I can see it, right there, that hanging shadow...
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