Wei Jin Xuan Lu

This is a Chinese-style Cthulhu novel. I tried my best to recall everything at that time, but the more I recalled, the more doubtful I became. What kind of world are we living in? Everyone in the world speaks of the character of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, yearning for the free and easy style with bare breasts and belly, and praising the elegance of the meandering water cup. The fine brushwork of history books outlines the romance of celebrities and the language of Yan in front of Wang Xietang. But the history books will not record how much madness is hidden under the broad sleeves of the broad robe, how much madness is about to break out of the body; how much resentment of the bones is mixed in the aroma of wine and medicine; behind the seemingly detached talk of metaphysics, how many souls scream silently in the loud noise of the collapse of heaven. I am the remnant soul who managed to escape from that grand banquet that lasted for two hundred years. An orphan from the Wei and Jin Dynasties who has seen the wails of a missing sky and incomplete laws, a cracked earth, the tragic situation of unsafe living beings, and the despair of degenerating human nature, is still lingering in the world like a curse. What I have experienced is an apocalypse where the Tao is corrupted, the law is corrupted, demons are in chaos, demons and spies are rampant, there is no place for peace, wars are endless, and war and violence continue. The so-called romance is just the last dance of the desperate in ecstasy. Now, I will tear off the disguise of time and let you see the bloody reality hidden by the good name and poetry. This is not a story, this is what an orphan carved with blood and bones before he went completely crazy... A glimpse into the mysteries.