Zhuang Buzhou squatted at the foot of the garbage mountain, with three glowing fate fragments spread out in front of him. One piece is "dumb", the other is "lame", and the last piece is the most valuable - "Smiling Tiger". Just as he was about to reach out, his eyes became hot and blood rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Shit, it's backfired again. The footsteps of the inspection team were heard in the distance, and he quickly stuffed the fragments into his arms. The nose of the dog in Shangcheng is the spirit. He turned back and grinned at his teammates: "Split the spoils or run away? I suggest running, but you have to help me up first - I'm half blind." This is the daily life of a scavenger in the lower city. Live by picking up life fragments, rely on black market transactions to extend your life, and rely on the number of backlashes to increase the cost of survival. Zhuang Buzhou thought he could go on like this forever. Until he fused a special fragment - that thing is called the "Wordless Monument". From then on, every time he merged a new destiny, there would be an extra voice in his head. Some wanted him to kill someone, some wanted him to kneel down, and some said it was the real Zhuang Buzhou. To make matters worse, the inspection team began to search for all "shell people" because someone reported that the forbidden destiny was hidden in Xiacheng. And next to him, the always smiling teammate suddenly asked him: "What color is your destiny...?"
