Start with Xiuji

When the fishy smell of the water in his dream spread out from the cracks in the bronze tripod, Jiang Linchuan heard the neighing sound that would accompany him for the rest of his life. Worlds and worlds hang in the lightless depths, and the manic collapses into a ball of white noise, spilling out monsters, curses, rules and indescribable pollution. IPSSCA guarded the border of this light, numbered and filed him, and sent him and his Xiuji into the decaying world. Seal the ancient gods, eliminate disasters, clean up traces, and remain silent forever. Don't make a sound, leave no traces, and don't let things in the dark see you. Every time he went deep into the manic world, Jiang Linchuan could feel that the turbulent black gelatin in his body was becoming more tightly entangled with his soul. "What if, I mean, what if my Xiuji is really a good Xiuji?"