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

"Who ended up with the Taboo at last?" Qing Chen asked.


Qing's shadow sipped his tea lightly, "I don't really care about such matters. It will eventually return to Qing's Family."


"And what about Qing Wen, how is Qing Wen?" Qing Chen asked.


"Qing Wen just got shot, he won't die," Qing's shadow remarked.


"Wait, didn't you retrieve the lost Taboo object of Qing Zhong? Then why would it return to Qing's Family?" Qing Chen inquired curiously.


"It's just that I don't need to take action personally," Qing's shadow said indifferently, "Those who suddenly emerged to assassinate the Shadow Candidates must be the so-called Time Travelers. They have been in this world for so long yet haven't understood one thing, corporations are something they cannot contend with, nor provoke."


Qing Chen fell silent. This Mr. Shadow probably didn't know that he too was a Time Traveler.


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