Burial Bells

——You are dead. The bell calls you back. But it doesn't tell you why you. When Qi Yue opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a cracked asphalt road. Surrounded by collapsed building skeletons, overgrown weeds, and a dark tower in the distance that kept ringing bells. He couldn't remember how he died. I only remember a rotating glass door, a white light, and then an endless fall. The old man who picked him up, Shen Du, said it was called "falling bell". Every once in a while, the Burial Ruins will randomly recall some people from the dead and let them continue walking in the ruins. No one knows why Gen Zhong did this, and no one knows where the recalled people will end up. All that is known is that those black threads—thin veins—will chase the newborns, dragging them underground and plunging them into a silence more complete than death. Qi Yue decided to walk towards the tower. He thought the answer was in the tower. But as he walked through the gray ground, around the circular groove, and gradually approached the bottom of the clock, he discovered a deeper secret—— It wasn't the first time he had been recalled. In the memory he lost, he had already been here. The charcoal writing on the wall, the dark red silk thread wrapped around the stone pillar numbered 1897, and the brother Fang Yuan said was swallowed up by the thin veins... All these fragments point to the same thing. Qi Yue's past is heavier than he thought. And Gen Zhong woke him up, not to let him live - it was to let him do something for it.