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

On the plains of the wilderness, three unusually designed pickup trucks were kicking up huge clouds of dust as they headed north.


The bodies of the trucks were silver, with glowing strips of blue and purple light at the edges, resembling fireflies in the night.


On top of the truck beds, waterproof tarps were stretched over, bulging as though loaded with cargo.


On the side of the trucks, the phrases "City 10 and Wilderness Hunter" were spray-painted with a serial number 0291 following them.


This was a formally registered Wilderness Hunter team, holding a legitimate hunter license.


Blaring music was playing on the truck, and on board were five men and two women who were still in a state of excitement at dawn.


However, at this moment, they saw a campfire near a small mound on the wilderness, sheltered from the wind.


Next to the campfire, there was a young man sitting on a stone, warming himself by the fire.


362. The Boy Seeking Help in the Wilderness