Ghost of Dark Mountain

My name is Lu Xin. I'm one of the few normal people in this world.

A lot of my colleagues ask me how I could be so calm in the face of a crisis.

I smile without saying anything. When I get home from work, my parents and sister are already waiting for me at the table.

"Brother, why should we be afraid of those monsters? They should be afraid of us."

"Son, if you're bullied, you must tell Mom and Dad. We'll get him together."

I calmly pick up my bowl of rice. Monsters? What's there to be afraid of? Can it be as scary as my family?

The sudden rise of the red moon thirty years ago has thrown the world into chaos. The surviving humans not only had to deal with sudden changes in their environment, but also with mutated monsters eyeing them covetously. Fortunately, some of humans had awakened their superpowers and were barely able to keep up the peace. 

However, everyone knows that this security is only superficial. The terrorists in the cities, the awakened who can't maintain their condition, the corrupted monsters constantly threaten ordinary people. 

Upon learning of a new recruit at the Agency—

"Mr. Lu Xin! What do you think of yourself as the savior of mankind, the greatest hero in human history?"

"I can only ensure that my family doesn't step out the house."

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Since The Red Moon Appeared

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    Lu Xin stood up and went to the door to find a black VAT half-filled with clean water.


  He showed a satisfied smile and set up his portable small aluminum pot in this small house.


  When he walked outside, he saw a row of broken wooden fences outside the house. They were no longer used for blocking or protection. It was better to make use of them. He removed a small bundle of wooden sticks from the fence and broke them one by one. Then, he carried them back to the room.


  He lit the firewood with his Zippo lighter and poured a large bottle of water into a small aluminum pot, burning it slowly.


  After that, he removed the simple filter from the car, poured the old lady's water into it, and used a bottle to collect it.


  Even though he was a newbie, Lu Xin wouldn't use the water from the other party to cook.


  Only the water filtered by the filter produced in qingang could be drunk.


He won't get better (Part 1)