Funeral Ballad

At the end of the prehistoric era, Tian had been dead for three thousand years. The bones of the gods were scattered across the earth, and mortals survived the winter by picking up the bones of gods and demons. Beside the mass graves of the Eastern Barbarians, an abandoned baby was picked up and raised by a half-blind old witch, named Ji Wuyuan. He had no qualifications and no backers, so he lived to the age of fourteen by not fighting for anything like a wild dog. In the winter when he was fourteen years old, the old witch died. There was no injury, no struggle, just facing the west and curled up into a very small ball. Three days before his death, the old witch tossed and turned and said only one thing: "Don't go west." Ji Wuyuan didn't pay attention at first - until he discovered that the old witch was not the only one in the tribe who had said these four words. The hunter who froze to death five years ago said that the clan leader who disappeared twelve years ago said that the remnants of these four words were also engraved on the backs of the monuments in the mass graves whose names had been worn away by the wind. On the seventh day, the second man died in the same posture, facing the west. The fourteenth day is the third. On the twenty-first day a child died in his arms. A faint black line appeared on his palm. He dreamed that he was standing on a plain of bones, and something in the west kept calling his name. Those ancient gods and demons are not really dead. They are just waiting - waiting for a container that is humble enough and desperate enough. This is the story of a barbarian abandoned son without talent, on the graveyard of the gods, step by step towards the end he never wanted to reach. Every time you get closer to the truth, you have to pay the price with the lives of those around you. Beneath the ashes, there are still echoes.