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

"Master, should we tell grandfather about this?" Li Ke asked.


The SUV headed south against the morning sun.


When they had left city 18, they were all alone until they met the Freemasonry. It got lively for a couple of days before they were alone on the road again.


It was like a passage of life, where everyone experiences the noise and splendor, then returns to solitude.


The road is always one's own, and in this world, there is no such thing as an eternal feast.


Qing Chen thought for a moment, "Let's not tell him, the old man doesn't have much time left, let's not let him know that his friend has died."


"Hmm," Li Ke thought it over and responded.


In fact, Qing Chen had no right to decide for the old man, but he was truly worried that the old man wouldn't make it to Taboo Land 002 upon hearing the bad news.


By evening, the old man had finally fully awakened.


352. Missing an opportunity