Council of Immortality

When Shen Changan woke up from the back alley of Yizhuang, it was written in the official register: Shen Hu was dead. He couldn't get a mouthful of porridge, and he didn't deserve a name - in this city, the living had to be recorded in the account, and the dead had to be wiped out and sold. And "name" is a rope, a hook, a price that can drag people into the black door. Bodies will disappear, people will be dragged away, and the white lanterns "behind the shed" will count in the dark. In order to survive, Shen Er reached out and borrowed a dog's life for the first time. The pain in his knee suddenly subsided, but the price was like a shadow gnawing on a bone.