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

The steam train burst out of the dark void, its whistle sounding grand and broad, with thick smoke billowing from the chimney at the front.


The black smoke in the sky seemed to pull out a black ribbon.


As it passed through the forest, it startled flocks of birds.


With no tracks and no driver, it awkwardly cruised through the wilderness, thus this taboo object originally meant for touring the wild landscapes, became a sight itself.


"Hold onto my neck!" Qing Chen shouted loudly. He was hanging onto the steam train, while Xiao Mengqiu was hanging around his neck, the wind nearly distorting both of their faces, with the cold air pouring straight into the little boy's mouth...


Zhang Mengchan could never have imagined that the trip his boss talked about would be this sort of experience...


At this moment, Qing Chen freed a hand to twist the door handle, and with a click, the door opened in response.


596, take life and death lightly