I am Mo Xiao, when the heaven and earth were first separated, the yin and yang were out of balance, the orbits of the sun and the moon collapsed, and the dusk fell to the place of no return, shattered into billions of pieces holding the sunset. Some people call the fragments the bones of the evening, while others call them the embers of mountains and seas. And we are called night walkers. Although the road ahead is endless wind and snow, and there are ghosts and ghosts behind us, this ghost story game that depends on our lives has just begun.
