A Tale of One Hundred Things in the Night: I Patched up the Sky in a Strange Era

The corpse stitcher is the last bridge keeper between the human world and the underworld. They used silver needles as pens and corpse bones as scrolls to mend the mutilated bodies and the torn souls. Chen Buyu just wants to follow his master Qin Shouzheng, make a living in this absurd world, sew up a few corpses, and avoid a few disasters. Until that rainy night, a headless corpse with half a bronze fragment embedded in its chest was carried into Yizhuang. The master stared at the fragment, smoked dry cigarettes all night, and finally sighed: "The door is open." After that night, the chasing officials, the "gravekeepers" seeking their lives, the wandering "paper troubles", and the indescribable "things" crawling out of the ground... Followed each other like a shadow. The master was seriously injured and dying, so he only gave him a cold bronze key and a bloody last word: "Go north... Go 'there'... Lock the 'door'...!" Chen Buyu carried his master on his back and embarked on the dead end road heading north. In front is eternal night, behind is the underworld. Everyone in the world is praying to God and worshiping Buddha, trying to repair this broken world. Only Chen Buyu was holding a needle and a thread in his hand. He looked at the cracks in the sky and said calmly: "Don't be afraid. Gods and Buddhas can't save you. I will save you. Just sew a seam and it will be fine." ——Sewing a corpse's veins, sewing the sky and mending the earth, and eroding the bones are recorded. (Suspense and fantasy + folklore thriller + ancient exploration, the group portraits are weird, and there is a glimmer of humanity.)