Weird Way: I Use Words to Fall Angels

When words become a curse, pen and ink become the original sin. 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. This is a strange world where "words can transform into shapes and literature can bite people." The calligrapher steals the true meaning of the words, but the spirit of the words eats away at the bones and heart. Lin Xuan possesses the magic of transforming ink. Wherever he passes, rain becomes edicts and blood and tears become books. However, he can taste the rust of betrayal from his previous life in his own ink marks. "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 think everything is fake, I will succeed.