Qingchuan Zhiyao

The white coat is wrapped in smoke from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the scalpel cuts through the latitude and longitude of time and space. When modern forensic doctor Su Wanqing was dissecting a thousand-year-old corpse engraved with the Wuyue totem, the quantum state Gu insects stained on the jade bracelet dragged her into the whirlpool of an imaginary dynasty. Under the blood-colored palace wall, the ice silkworm Gu disguised as nano-robots devours the royal power, the bronze armillary sphere reflects the eleven-dimensional projection of the universe, and her "corpse" lying on the autopsy table in 2023 is exuding the fluorescence of southern Xinjiang's secret medicine as time and space collapse. As you stare at the introduction at the moment, the corpse of Su Wanqing in the Shanghai laboratory has ripples on her eyelashes like insect bites.