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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     the number of launchers destroyed has reached forty-two sets, and it will soon reach more than half. 


  As the truck continued to move forward, researcher Wang song's voice was filled with excitement that could not be suppressed.


  Lu Xin nodded. From the glasses he was wearing, he could see the red dots on the map disappear one by one.


  It looked like everyone was trying their best to destroy these launchers.


  However, he still wanted to advise researcher Wang song that although the progress was smooth, there was no need to be so excited.


  After all, whenever he got excited, the blood on his neck would spray everywhere, like a spray can.


  The right side of her clothes was dyed red.


  As he stepped on the gas and used the truck like a speeding motorcycle, he was also distracted by observing.


  Judging from the number of destroyed launchers, the situation was naturally good.


Forest of the dead (1)