The Stage Has Not Been Demolished

Rules are the stage, power is the leader, and all living beings are the protagonists. Qingchen was seventeen years old, and there was a mark on his palm, which contained a stage of karma. There are nine chairs on the stage, and nine "guests" are sitting there - they have the souls of the dancing lions, the bones of the Nuo noodles, and the endless singing of "Emperor's Flower". He is the seventh living coffin, and his body contains "ten thousand calamities", which is the sum of the evil thoughts of all living beings. From Guangdong Qilou to Xiangxi Luodong, from Jinghua Hutong to the bottom of Suolong Well, he has encountered lion heads with dotting eyes, corpses jumping off cliffs, and bones made of thirteen faces. I have also met the golden eyes who dance alone without a trace, the silver chain that guards the curtain and the broken string, and the mute girl with the birthmark on her smiling face. When the tenth chair finally took its shape, when Nuozu slowly opened his eyes in the crack between his eyebrows - Qingchen finally understood: The stage is not dismantled, not because the play has not been finished yet. It's because the opera singer hasn't died yet. [Chinese-style urban superpowers × intangible cultural heritage combat × rules-based wits] Singing, chanting, and fighting are all skills, and the stage is the battlefield.