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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    After shaking hands with Chen Jing, the children's eyes obviously became a little empty.


  After being stunned for a moment, they suddenly turned around and ran away.


  There were three children in total, and they all ran in different directions to different people.


  After rushing to the person closest to her, she grabbed his hand and asked him something in a low voice. Then, she quickly ran to the next person. The people who heard his words were slightly confused. They shook their heads, got up, and ran to the others.


  One by one, they ran to the others, held their hands, and asked in low voices.


  They were like busy ants, running around and exchanging information with their antennae.


  If one looked down from the sky, they would see that the residents were scattered in the streets and the surrounding buildings, each doing their own things. Starting from three ordinary dots, they gradually formed a large human-shaped net with a specific rhythm.


The bustling city streets