The New Classic of Mountains and Seas Written by Me

Pubuti was awakened by a ghost. For nineteen years he had gotten used to it. The Pu family has fox-ghost blood and is born with the ability to see the underworld. Some of those nagging souls asked him to speak, while others squatted on the bedside and looked at him. He wrote them all down—in blood. The pen my mother left behind had to be written with blood. The wordless book keeps getting thicker and thicker. When the memory is full, you can find your mother. An admission letter from Jixia Academy dragged him from Pujiazhuang in Qingzhou into the holy land of scholars in the world. The novelist's yard, the talkative senior brother, Mr. Ji who couldn't hit a word with three sticks, and the smiling note hidden in the shadow of the locust tree. The practice of the Wu family was more time-consuming than he thought - the star power of the Ghost Golden Sheep belongs to gold, and every time he practices it, he will have an indissoluble bond with the latrine. Later he met them. One was wearing black clothes and was as cold as a knife. One is white as the moon, as quiet as medicine. One is blocking people for him, and the other is delivering medicine to him. He didn't know why they came. But he knew that the road to find his mother suddenly seemed not so long.