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

Entering temples to offer incense and pray to Bodhisattvas, if there's no sense of ceremony, then the temple is merely a tourist spot.


But if one must travel a long path up the mountain to see the Bodhisattva, if the incense is not for just anyone to burn, if those around are devout believers, then...


Such a temple truly possesses spiritual significance.


In the past, Luo Wanya had researched it clearly, and today, Luo Wanya had arranged everything in Freemasonry neatly.


So when the three members of Freemasonry walked from Villa 11 to Villa 12, their hearts had already been sublimated, as if on a pilgrimage.


Originally they still had a line of defense in their hearts: they were smart enough, had good academic performances, and strong learning abilities.


But when they thought of the legend about Qing Chen, even their proudest defense was mercilessly shattered.


What gives you the right?