The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

At that moment, someone outside the conference room pushed a wheelchair in, and the person pushing the wheelchair was the middle-aged man who had delivered the method to Qing Chen. Seated upon the wheelchair was an extremely frail old man.


But the old man's complexion was pale, his lips purplish-blue, and just outside the door of the conference room waited more than a dozen doctors and nurses, ready to perform emergency treatment at any moment.


Qing Chen thought to himself, "When you were fishing by the Dragon Lake, you didn't look like this at all."


What is this? He's actually putting on an act!


And what's more, the acting was quite impressive—the feeling of being short of breath was extremely lifelike.


Qing Chen looked around and noticed that the expressions of the others showed no sign of anything amiss.


Could it be that only he knew the old man was just acting?!


No, that's not right, Li Yunshou definitely knew as well, but he was not sure about the others.


Whoever is not one of us, their heart must be different.