"I want to die. But this world won't let me die."
The beggar Luo Fanfu was beheaded for stealing a piece of moldy bread, but was resurrected in a corpse pit. His blood boiled, his wounds healed, and his bones reorganized—the pain was still there, but death had become a luxury.
And this city, this land, is decaying.
The black rain will not stop, the corpse will smile, and the well water on the street can reflect the future self. The god is dead, the blood of the evil god has seeped into the world, and reality and dreams can no longer be distinguished.
In this collapsed world, he is no longer a human being, nor a monster. He doesn't want to save the world, he doesn't seek revenge, he just looks for ways to die in madness again and again. But the more he kills, the closer he gets to "that door" - the truth that shouldn't be opened.
If death is salvation, living is damnation.
When gods sleep, evil gods whisper, cities rot, civilizations are destroyed—
Luo Fanfu was just a man who wanted to die, but he was forced to live like a god.
