We Started with a Coffin, but the Coffin Soared Rapidly.

In the year 1162 of the Yuan Dynasty, Chen Yang woke up in this familiar but unfamiliar world. When he first arrived in this strange country called "Xia Ming", Chen Yang just wanted to eat and die. … The tragedy of the century a hundred years ago, a curse with the earth as the main body and the water as the medium, accompanied by the scarlet color of the house, looking through the history books of the earth, unintentional whispers, unspeakable sins, and the suffering of trying one's own law. New birthdays, old memorial days, are destroyed in an instant. The sinking of the New World and the changes in the water topography of the Western Regions isolated Xia Ming from the rest of the world. As more desperate videos came from the satellite, the curse that had been sleeping underground for thousands of years invaded Xia Ming's society, confronting it and integrating with it. The heavy fog on the sea has filled the air, and the mangroves and deltas have become forbidden areas for no one to set foot on. The wooden houses under the mud have welcomed new owners. The population has been concentrated in the inland areas as never before, and the development of coastal areas has stagnated. At the end of the history books, in the wilderness area of ​​Xiajiang City, a small coastal town southeast of Xia Ming, there were mass graves covered with yellow sand, and a pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened in a paper coffin behind a black robe suspended in the air. "Damn it, who can't turn on the light?"