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

Could it be that Qing Shuli from the Inner World had just arrived in City 18? Was he not there before?


But regardless of why Qing Shuli became a Time Traveler, what he should consider most is how to keep himself alive.


"Wait, I heard that Luo Wanya is also a Time Traveler, including his subordinates," Qing Shuli thought of something, "If he is a Time Traveler, he should also be in City 18, right? Could I perhaps ask for his help?"


Zhang Wanfang hesitated, "You said before that he isn't a good person, wouldn't asking for his help possibly harm you instead?"


"There's no other way now, I can only try asking," Qing Shuli got up, put on his coat, wrapped his scarf, and walked towards the deeper part of the villa area with Zhang Wanfang.


As they walked, Qing Shuli said, "Let's first establish ourselves in the Inner World. If our safety is guaranteed, maybe becoming a Time Traveler is a good thing… Perhaps we could pay some money to have General Luo look out for us."


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