Dust Rises from Qingyue

There is fog in Qingyue that lasts for thousands of years. A basket of spiritual grass and a few old coins can be a person's entire wealth. No one knows what is in the old house in the north of the city, and no one knows that the fire twenty years ago burned away the last secrets of a family. Until the bamboo sea was flooded with light, and half of the jade slip slipped into the palm of a young man. The thousand-year spiritual energy tide is rising again. Some people killed a whole family just to get a piece of exercise; some people were trapped under the old house and waited for twenty years. In the fog, many things woke up. There are more people walking up, and more people die on the way. In front of the Dengxian Gate, someone turned around and went down the mountain. The tea at the foot of the mountain is still warm.