Crow Green Scroll

The corpse of Lu's number one scholar hangs at the top of Liangzhou City, with a bronze nail nailed on the tip of his tongue - that's your father. Every time Lu Yixiao coughed up a mouthful of blood with fragments of "The Thousand-Character Classic", one of the fire oil cans of the C Battalion Death Squadron exploded, and the worms swimming in the blackened corpses had the Lu family emblem engraved on their backs. When the silver bell of the Western Regions around Hu Ji Adele's waist shattered, he saw the bones of his little sister who had been buried by his own hands crawling out of his mother's chest cavity that had been eaten away by worms three years ago. Book of sages? This bronze gun inserted into the throats of the descendants of the Lu family! The price of the century-old glory of the cultural heritage is to cast the eldest son into a lamppost in the Chinese language, use the ribs of the sisters to carve movable type, and let the morning bell of the academy drown out the screams of the living figurines. On the night when the Blackwater River flowed backwards, Lu Yixiao's pupils suddenly burst - in the forest of bronze steles cast by the souls of nine hundred scholars, every inscription on the number one scholar was gnawing at his bone marrow.