The porridge on the stove was still hot, but my mother was missing.
Sixteen-year-old Chu Zhao was told a secret - "The moon is fake." The pursuit of Gui Xusi, his father's remains, his mother's blind eyes - all clues point to the same answer: the rules for how this world operates are written down by humans. Every time you use power, you pay a price. The sense of touch in my right hand is gone, the sense of taste is gone, the sense of smell is gone...
But what's more terrifying than the price are those who are willing to pay the price.
Before Tieniu blew himself up, he turned around and smiled: "Am I considered a human being like this?" Before Jiang Xue died, she said, "You will forget me." Her tone was as calm as if she was talking about what to eat today. Ying Qin knelt at the door of Guixu Division all day and night. His knees were bruised and the door never opened.
Three thousand years, three hundred thousand bones, a cut off path to heaven.
Chu Zhao stood in front of the initial code and reached out to touch the character representing "price".
It will be bright. The earth will be clear.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.