I Started Killing Gods in the Trash Can

In a quiet alley, a man huddled in a barrel of gunpowder, looking at everything outside with numb eyes. In the alley, a man whose blood was about to be drained was calling for help. The voice was small, but there was no possibility of human survival. Lying on him and sucking blood was a monster unknown to anyone, and such a scene could happen anywhere. How should I live, how should I live in this world where life has become a mustard! ! ! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.