Jiujiang Secret Scroll

They say that there are only two kinds of people who can climb the nameless cliff at the end of Jinxiu Valley in Mount Lu: innocent people with nothing in their hearts, or sinners with bound hearts. My name is Lu Ziyuan, and I belong to the latter group. As an ancient book restorer, I returned to Jiujiang, and the first job I took over turned out to be a mystery - an ancient scroll excavated from the base of the thousand-year-old tower in Suojiang Tower. The cover was made of human skin. Inside, there was no word. But every night when the Xunyang River is foggy, the blood words will seep out from the pages of the book, like awakening blood vessels. It guided me to Yanshui Pavilion, Bailu Cave, Donglin Temple... To find its scattered fragments. I gradually discovered that each fragment of the scroll contained a strange and forgotten legend in Jiujiang. And my bloodline is closely entwined with a secret that happened seven hundred years ago, where "official silver was privately minted and the whole family was drowned." Until last night, when the river fog was at its thickest, the white crane that was supposed to only appear in legends and protect the heart of the river flew to my window. Its eyes are as clear as water, very much like my grandmother who has been missing for many years. Now, the bloody words on the ancient scroll are slowly twisting, revealing the next location. I know that it is not only a traceable route, but also a life-threatening curse. The debts committed seven hundred years ago must be repaid with the blood of today. (This book combines a large amount of real Jiujiang geography, history and folklore to reveal the mysterious history of a river city for you.)