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

"It is known that among the Taboo items, there is nothing that changes another person's destiny or brings misfortune," Qing Chen said.


On his way back from his first climb up the sheer cliffs of Green Mountain, Lin Xiaoxiao had already sent the sorted archive of Taboo items to his reader.


So, if it were a known Taboo item, Qing Chen would have suspected it long ago.


Qing Chen looked at the man opposite him, Mr. Shadow: "But the fact that a Taboo item is not recorded does not mean it does not exist. If Hu's Information Agency has documented a Transcendent who could write fate, then it's very likely he could separate out a Taboo item."


"You think that Qing Xing has an unrecorded Taboo item in his possession," Shadow asked.


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