Eighty Miles

When the first grain of snow fell, Sui Xingchuan was still counting ruts. That night, Sui Zhaoye killed five people eighty miles away and died under the lamp before dawn. All that was left to him was a broken sword without an edge, a locked wooden cabinet, and a last word with no beginning or end—— Don't let anyone take the blame for you. Five corpses were buried in the snow, but the official came to the door. In order to collect the coffin money for Sui Zhaoye, Sui Xingchuan had to return to the dock, but he saw another way of killing among an IOU, a new piece of rope and an old account book. Some people are changing accounts, some are hiding corpses, and some are deciding for the dead what they owe. And the old events buried by the wind and snow are coming back to the door again along the inconspicuous traces. This is a journey of rivers and lakes that begins with one hundred and twenty coffin coins. It is also a story about a young man who, between lies, old debts and swords, personally recognizes his debt.