Weird Way: I Use Words to Corrupt the Gods

When words become a curse, pen and ink become the original sin. This is a strange world where "words can transform into shapes and literature can bite people." The ink collector steals the true meaning of the words, but the words eat away at the bones and heart. On a rainy night in Weicheng, when Lin Xuan pushed open the broken door on South Street, he didn't know yet that he was about to step into a world gnawed by words. The paper woman in the dilapidated house, with her face framed on rice paper, hides a soul that has been crushed by reincarnation thousands of times. Her fingers are composed of the radicals of "human", and each stroke is wailing. "A new reincarnation has begun." The paper woman twisted the candlestick into the word "fire", and the flames swallowed the burned contract at her fingertips. "This time we will tear the general trend into paper scraps." However: "I am Lin Xuan. When you suspect that everything is fake, I succeeded."