Become a God from Being a Relic Master

In the twenty-third year of the Taiping Period, Qingwu County disappeared from maps, official records, and the memories of outsiders, but there were still more than 10,000 people living in the city as usual. Shen Zhao, a modern mural restorer, died in a fire. When he opened his eyes again, the tip of his nose was pressing against a female corpse without facial features. The deceased's name was Liu Chunniang. But her brother forgot that he had a sister, and the young son did not recognize his mother. The bowls she has used, the clothes she has worn, the roads she has walked, and even everything she has ever existed are being erased one by one by an invisible hand. Shen Zhao picked up a pen to draw her face, and an ancient painting that had been lost long ago, with only incomplete copies left in the world - "The Unknown Painter's Soul Writing under the Lamp" unfolded in his sea of ​​consciousness. Look at the corpse to know the traces, and paint the face to get the name. As long as a person's true appearance is spelled out from the bones, relics and testimonies of relatives and friends, he can leave a name for the deceased who has been forgotten by the world; but if he makes a wrong stroke, he may be swallowed up by the memory, last wish and even name of the deceased. At the same time, twelve night supervisor practitioners were ordered to enter Qingwu to investigate the nameless case. The bronze life lamps around their waists opened their eyes one after another, and the tokens symbolizing official status also revealed another name in Shen Zhao's eyes: Certificate of sacrifice. The county seat that cannot be left, the list of the entire city that died thirty years ago, the tenth coffin hiding another Qingwu, and the title-winners wandering under the faceless sun, are waiting together for a sacrifice that has already written its ending. In this world, a name is both a bondage and the last proof that a person will not be erased.