[Weird] [Cultivation] [Crazy] [Horror] [Split Personality] [Krypton Fate]
My parents evaporated in front of the bronze door at the bottom of Fuxian Lake seven years ago, leaving only the yellowed diving log and the cracks on the jade bracelet. Now, when the bronze wind chimes are ringing without wind on a thunderstorm night, Lin Ran always hears whispers from behind the door in his dream of drowning: the exposed white bones in his father's chest are embedded with the spell of Cthulhu, his mother turned into a golden-eyed moth and crashed into the ancient evil god, and the skull pseudopods engraved with his name are pouring out from the crack of the door, announcing that "the slaves of the Ten Thousand-Handed Buddha will never escape." The sachet that grandpa stuffed had a bronze bell that could shatter rationality, and the back seat of Uncle Jingchun's Santana contained a fish-shaped jade huang that the archaeological team marked as a "special cultural relic." When the city skyline swallowed up the last blue tile, Lin Ran saw the purple-gold ripples in his pupils in the reflection of the car window - that was the mark of the "chosen one" in his parents' diary. Can two cannons on the chessboard tie five to break the deadlock? Is it the suffocation of reason that cannot be suppressed by asthma spray, or is it the ancient malice seeping out from behind the bronze door? In this conspiracy of collision between Eastern metaphysics and Cthulhu mythology, every step of the young man wakes up "He" who has been sleeping at the bottom of Fuxian Lake for 30,000 years.
