The Heavenly Book of Si Sui

The price of rice in Qingping Town has been very strange recently. A bushel of rice is sold for only one penny. Shen Yan thought it was a profiteer going crazy, until the people buying rice began to eat less, there were more bowls and chopsticks on the dining table than there should be, names of living people were missing from the household registers, and the drums in the City God's Temple did not sound for three days. Some people say that as long as a person lives, he will eventually be eaten by the year. But if one day, even the food you have eaten, the money you owe, the people you have loved, and the home you have returned to are all wiped out with one stroke, will you still be considered alive? Shen Yan woke up from an old dream with a golden knife mark on the back of his hand. Others rely on knives to investigate cases, but he relies on accounts; others call for life when they encounter evil, but he first asks for the price. Can a meal account keep a person who will be forgotten? Can a night light illuminate a city covered by old history? How can an unbladed knife cut through time? Rice in Qingping Town is still being sold. The wooden sign at the door swayed slightly and read: Buy one, get one free.