Lord of Displacement

In the silent rainy night, with the blood-red moon, Geng Mo's eyes were red, and he slowly walked to the young man covered in blood, leaned down, and half-kneeled to hold up the young man's face. "Are you really him?" Geng Mo said with an imperceptible loneliness in his eyes. He wanted to reattach the boy's fallen shoulder, but as if he remembered something, he withdrew his trembling fingers, clenched his fists and said angrily, "I still can't understand your decision." The world where the virus is raging, the oppression of the church, the ugliness of human nature, the watching eyes from the tower. Xu Yuyan, who unexpectedly uncovered a corner of this dilapidated world, insisted on embarking on the road to find her life experience and the truth. "I'm not him, I'm just myself"