Keepers of Inkstones

Screenwriter Feng Yiming discovered a terrifying thing: the lines he wrote into the script were coming true in reality. A remnant inkstone of unknown origin and a hot dream in the middle of the night dragged him into the back of the world - it turned out that there was a net that spanned thousands of years buried under the world: someone used the city as a basin, the thoughts of all people as firewood, and raised a "seed" at the bottom of the well; and his surname was written on a register written thousands of years ago. The inkstone is the door, and the pen is also the door. On the other side of the door, an old friend who had been keeping inkstones for thousands of years was looking at him after a thousand years. To use your power is to trade your life; if you are not using it, you are waiting for others to harvest it. Feng Yiming picked up his pen: "I'm not afraid of anyone when telling stories." This time, he wants to write back the accounts of a thousand years, one by one.