[The beginning is like an ant, but the outcome is decided by overturning the hand!
In the fifth year of the Apocalypse, I, Chen Mo, was an abandoned son of the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Dynasty.
The daily job is to touch the gunpowder and see the color.
Until I discovered that the gunpowder in Wang Gong's factory had been cursed!
The darker the color, the heavier the moisture.
Ming's guns will explode collectively on the battlefield!
The eunuchs scolded me for seeking death, while Qingliu laughed at me for being crazy.
The demons of the White Lotus Sect even regarded me as the last sacrifice to summon "Maitreya to come to the world".
Only that Jinyiwei gangster named Zhao Wuwang put his arm around my shoulders:
"Brother Mo, what we are doing this time is a big deal to kill the nine tribes."
But I see clearly.
The mole of Houjin, the cult that sacrifices, the powerful people fighting for the party...
They are all waiting for a feast, an explosion using millions of the capital's souls as fuel!
On the sixth day of May, the sky collapsed.
When the mushroom cloud rises and clothes fly across the city——
I will hold up the torch and walk into hell.
Or, I will extinguish the fire that burns the sky with my own hands.
Or, I am the last death knell in this doomsday!
[Little guy counterattack + historical suspense + espionage storm + doomsday survival]
