Gray Keeper

[Oriental Fantasy | Power Strategy | Youth Growth | Group Portraits | Avenue of Ashes] On the night when the Zhenguo government raided their homes, everyone panicked. Only the gray uncle in the kitchen didn't panic. He sealed off the fire that had not been extinguished for thirty-three years, took away a jar of stove ashes that no one knew about, and quietly disappeared over the wall of Sishui Lane. The blind woman in the slum outside the city said: Someone from the palace has been looking for you. Uncle Hui remained silent, opened the clay pot, and took out the smallest red paper package. Thirty-three years of ashes, each packet contains a dusty old case. Some people use ashes to kill people, some people use ashes to change their lives, and some people use ashes to cover the sky. Uncle Hui has been waiting for thirty-three years, and he has been waiting for today - to burn out the old things hidden in the ashes one by one. Thousands of miles away in Yangzhou, the fourth prince who was under house arrest frequently fell into dreams. In the dream, there was an old kitchen, the fire was going out, and a vague figure squatted in front of the stove for a long time, looking at him quietly. He still didn't know that the old man was carrying a jar of stove ashes that had been burning for three hundred years, heading south along the canal, just to confirm one thing: Is he worthy of receiving this honor?