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

Qing Chen expertly started a campfire, then sat beside it with the old man, waiting for Hu Xiaoniu and Li Ke to set up the tent.


The warmth of the campfire made them both feel toasty, as if their skins were swelling up from the heat.


After an indeterminate amount of time, the old man sitting on the stool slowly closed his eyes and his body started to lean over to one side.


Fortunately, Qing Chen was quick to react and prevented the old man from falling to the ground.


Qing Chen, feeling the man's pulse, found it was already very weak.


"Old man? Old man, wake up!" Qing Chen shouted as he pinched the old man's philtrum.


The old man slowly opened his eyes: "I'm fine. Just suddenly felt a bit sleepy."


Qing Chen knew it was more than just sleepiness.


The life of this old man was indeed coming to an end, and it was only by sheer willpower that he had been able to feign death and have a look at the sunrise and trees.


341. The Joy of Watching Opera_3