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

"I'm really puzzled, your memorial service is in three days, and then you're supposed to be cremated," Qing Chen said earnestly. "Even if we head to Taboo Land 002 now, it'll take us at least half a month, or even longer. You might not make it back in time for the cremation."


The old man spoke irritably, "Is that even human speech? Do I have to go through that process?"


Qing Chen said, "At the funeral, everyone is supposed to bid farewell to your body. If you run off now, what will they do? Say goodbye to thin air? There will definitely be problems."


"Don't you worry your head about it," the old man waved his hand. "With today's level of technology, making an exact replica of a body is a piece of cake. Just cover it with a crystal coffin, who would dare to lift the lid and check?"


340, Li Ke, Ask the Heart