Luo Chaosheng traveled through three years and failed the imperial examination twice. He thought he would be a scholar in white in this life.
Until Linyuanfu Ferry, he inspected a "suffocated corpse" - the deceased had a silver string inserted in his chest and a note in his hand: "The seventh anchor should not wake up."
The jade pendant next to his body was hot, and the first floor of Zangfeng Pavilion was opened to him. Listening to the tide, you can hear the vibration of the strings, you can weld the murder weapon to death for thirty breaths with the Hua Zhen, and you can preview life and death in the next three breaths with the constellation of chessboards.
But on the attic wall, the bones of the six previous owners were nailed to the strings, and the seventh position was empty, with the word "tide" carved on it by someone's fingernails.
"You are not the seventh anchor." Xianfan Negotiator Su Ye sneered, "You are the variable."
The Immortal Sect collects sea tribute like shaving bones, the patrolmen kill mortals like butchering dogs, the string slave case, the gray string smuggling, the soul-draining love...
Luo Chaosheng opened the first article of "Dayong Rules" and wrote down the autopsy grid:
"I don't worship immortals, I don't cultivate immortals, I just seal the abyss of love with one hand."
