Fabricated Myths Alarm the Gods

Vast Huaxia, with a long history, profound and extensive: three thousand years ago, the ancients laid down the rules—the Xia people planted pines, the Yin people planted cypresses, the Zhou people planted chestnuts. The Huainanzi records: when Cangjie created writing, heaven rained millet, and ghosts wept at night. Scholars of later ages have debated for two thousand years: for creating writing, why did heaven rain millet, and why did ghosts weep at night? No one knows that those six characters are an accident report—true history overloaded, and Cangjie lossily compressed three thousand years of civilization into writing; the fault lines are the parts lost during compression. Where did the lost things go? On damaged bamboo slips, in shards of pottery that tomb robbers disdain, in the coldest, quietest display cases of museums, in every old alley about to be leveled by a demolition crew. Until Chen Yan, a failed author reviled by the entire internet, activates that scroll of bamboo slips. For every entry he fabricates, an artifact begins to speak, and a page of a fractured history begins to heal. And for every entry he fabricates, a deity opens its eyes in the night. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Fabricated Myths Alarm the Gods — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠