Wu Xiaode opened his eyes.

The room was very quiet with no sound.

The dim light shines through the window screens, showing faint silhouettes on the tables, chairs and bedside tables.

It was almost dawn.

Wu Xiaode lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

—Before dawn, I completed the task of inauguration ahead of schedule and woke up from my dream.

In my mind, the Book of the Dead has been unfolded, and lines of small ice crystal characters appear:

"At once

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