Wanderer

I, Wang Yang, have a doctorate in classical literature, and I am on death row at the beginning. This is not the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the history books, this is a purgatory polluted by the "soul bottle"—— The refugees who eat dirt are not considered human beings, they are just consumables to mend the cracks in the world. Shi Chang raised his knife to chop my neck, but I only said two words: "Sui Po." He knelt. Because I know his superstitious Feng Shui position, the fatal flaw of his soul bottle, and even more— In this crazy world, knowledge is the only knife. The violent fitness coach is my teammate, the wealthy lady is my ally, and that crazy Taoist leader who has glimpsed the ultimate fear wants to drag me into the game? Sorry, I just want to use modern game theory to tear your "rules" to pieces. Don't be king, don't farm, just do one thing: In the inhuman dust, the seeds of civilization are planted. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.