Shenchengzhiyi

Three hundred years ago, Pu Songling wrote about foxes, ghosts, flower demons, and the bleak world in Zichuan, Shandong. Three hundred years later, a new city rose on the shores of the South China Sea - row upon row of skyscrapers cut the clouds into pieces, and the commuter subway carried countless tired souls through the city's blood vessels. The electronic components in Huaqiangbei are working day and night, the night fog in Wutong Mountain has not cleared away, the office buildings in Qianhai are lit up all night, and the fireworks in the urban village slowly climb above the barbecue stalls and handshakes. However, this city, the Deep City, still hides another order.