[Alias: Under the Dead Moon] "I am a single player again" "Urban High Martial Arts" ""No knife in the whole process"" "The knife cuts off the water and the water flows more, raising a glass to eliminate the sorrow and sorrow"
When the dark red sky fell, the whole city was still immersed in neon lights and the hum of engines. The pupils of pedestrians reflected the broken light of the advertising screen, and no one raised their head to take a look at the blood moon hanging above the steel jungle - it was so perfectly round, like a precisely calculated curse, and its scarlet halo was like a blood-oozing gauze, silently covering the flowing car lights on the viaduct.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of bamboo slips breaking from an ancient book shop deep in the old alley. The dusty "Nine Nether Records" unfolded on its own in the cabinet, and a prophecy written in cinnabar emerged on the moth-eaten silk: "The moon eclipses and the underworld boils."
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In the huge vortex of capital, everyone's value seems to be perfectly exploited by the ruthless and invisible order until the moment of death.
When the starless night falls, the sky is dyed dark red, but the moon at the beginning of the month is fully round, only blood red.
It's sad that people still think this fantasy scene is romantic, it may just be a cosmic phenomenon that will happen in a long, long time.
In fact, there is an undercurrent surging, and the oldest scroll that has been ignored by the people is quietly opened at this time - the dead moon appears, the ghost king appears, and the world will never be peaceful again!
