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

This time coming to Europe, Qing Chen was merely being hunted down by others, and if he didn't find someone from Jindai to play some tricks, wouldn't it be too boring?


However, the Puppeteer required the host to know the puppet's true name, and Qing Chen was unsure if he needed to spell it out.


After all, many names in North America sound alike, but they are spelled differently.


Yangyang was a bit curious about what Qing Chen was going to do, while Chilton outright thought that Qing Chen simply wanted to torture him before he died...


What normal person would bother asking how to spell another person's name when they are about to die?!


Nevertheless, Chilton's desire to survive overcame everything else, "Carbry.Jackson."


"Save me," Chilton roared with his last bit of energy.


Qing Chen thought for a moment, then started doing CPR on Chilton's chest, but he pressed too hard and ended up killing Chilton.


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