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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   head of the car, hurry up and say yes. We're coming to help you ... 


   brother Lu, brother Lu, are you alright? "


  In the distance, panicked and concerned cries rang out, mixed with the sound of a motorcycle's throttle, scattered gunshots, and the wailing of some mad beasts.


  At the end of the long Street, behind the mist, a row of shadowy figures appeared. It was a group of old drivers on motorcycles, shouting all the way as they searched for him at the end of the dilapidated Street.


  When they saw the scene at the end of the street, everyone couldn't help but gasp.


  What they saw was a ground full of blood.


  The unknown pieces of meat covered dozens of meters of the ground, like an abstract performance art oil painting.


  With the oil painting as the center, the surrounding steel, trees, and plastic pipes all showed obvious signs of distortion.


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