I Use My Pen to Impress Daxia

Six years of the Great Xia calendar. Li Zheng opened his eyes and found that he was in a wooden house and had become a prisoner under the stairs. A lonely soul in the village, dressed in red, and evil spirits appear in the world. The souls of injustice are roaring and evil spirits are shaking. In this turbulent and troubled world, only with a righteous heart and a pen in hand can we have a sense of peace of mind.