Worldly Account: I Am Begging for Blood Debt in My Paintings

When Shen Ya woke up, his tongue was filled with cinnabar that tasted like rust. He was trapped in a painting - here people were listening to music, poetry and wine were flowing, but everyone's fingers were quietly fading into rice paper. The ink line on the wrist is a countdown to the death date. The only thing that can be used for dialogue is the venomous and divine "Account of the World". The first line of the ledger was written coldly: "Debtor: Shen Sandao; Debt: Life." Shen Ya originally thought he was looking for the father named Shen Sandao, but he didn't understand until he fought through the three-story boat: There is no father. Every generation of people who try to tear up paintings and escape are called Shen Sandao. Since the rules were "elegance", he used the butcher's technique to poke a hole in the scroll. This stroke started with the boat painting in the West Lake and the repayment of debts and blood.