Honghuang: I Became a Saint Through Poetry

Is it no longer possible without a system?

It's always a system... If you don't have a system, you won't be able to write? What the hell is a system like in a fairy tale?

Does this writing have anything to do with the title of the book?

The bull's head is wrong and the horse's mouth is wrong. The bull's head is wrong and the horse's mouth is wrong.

The author of Chapter 2 left it, but the hole in his brain could hold hundreds of millions of bits of air, because breathing was too wasteful and the author ended it.