Sophora Shading and Treacherous Rules

The rain soaked Huai Town, and evil spirits were hidden on the stage. Folk photographer Chen Yan stepped into Huaiyin Town to take pictures of ancient buildings, but accidentally broke the three prohibitions on the stage: "No stage at sunset, no backlight on stage, no sound when backlight", and was wrapped around his ankles by invisible shadow threads. The moment the raw glutinous rice was dyed black, he was shocked to realize that the taboos in the ancient town were never bluffing words - the seams in the bluestone slabs were regular nodes, the old locust wood pillars were wrapped with the bones of strangers, and the folk songs sung by generations were actually spells to suppress entropy. Grandma Shen's embroidered handkerchief can temporarily compress silk threads, and the yellowed "Temperature Rules Table" hides the secrets of the pulse weaver, and the Leica camera that can capture the fluctuations of the rules has already closely entangled his fate with the unresolved case of the collective disappearance of the theater troupe thirty years ago, the Iron Law Sect that covets the regular threads, and the Entropy Chamber of Commerce that sells taboos. The shadow is bound to the bones, and the threads are entangled in the life. When the Sophora God's whisper came from the depths of the stage, Chen Yan understood that the so-called rules were never shackles, but a huge mouth that devoured the living.