The Corpse Enters the Undertaker

Cthulhu + strange rules + cool articles + upgrade flow + saving the world + imagination Ten years ago, mysterious corpse fragments—a severed hand that covered the sky, a rotten heart beating like a mountain, a huge eyeball dripping with black mud—fallen to the earth. People call it: Divine Corpse. The gods did not bring the gospel, but radiation and distortion. Don't look at it, don't listen to it, don't touch it. As long as a mortal inhales the "corpse gas" emitted by the divine corpse, the flesh and blood will melt like a candle and reform into a twisted monster. Human civilization collapsed in mourning, and the survivors hid in high walls and lingered in this world pickled by the smell of corpses. Until Chen Weishu put on his white coat and opened the door of Funeral Home No. 44. He is a forensic doctor suffering from affective disorder. In his eyes, the old rulers who made the world crazy are just skeletons with "severe varicose veins", "soft tissue contusion" or "organ failure". Holding a knife in one hand and a book in the other. Touch the corpse of the god, listen to the death rattles, and steal authority. In this era when reason was wasting away and humans struggled to survive, they were horrified to discover that the man was standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. In this collapsed world, he used absolute reason to forcefully draw an absolutely precise anatomical line. Send gods to the dissecting table and humans to the operating table. "This sword will bury the gods, this sword will save all living beings."