Jiuyin Diary of Wumingjianghulu

We have traveled the wind and rain road together, and we are strangers in Jiuyin. When I first stepped into the game Jiuyin Manual, I suddenly realized that it might not be a game in the first place, but a real world of blood, intrigues, love, hatred, and love. Every player is the protagonist of the story, either you, me, or her, with flesh and blood, emotions, real and pure. I am not the creator of the story, just the transporter of the story.