The eighteen years of He's life before his death can be summed up in one word: "endurance"
Orphans, picking up trash, digging, and running errands. His only relative is the director of the orphanage who raised him single-handedly, and he belongs to him with a stack of background buffs.
When he was eighteen years old, he finally got to the day of communicating about his fate.
Others are protected by golden light and have various visions.
A tattered [book] appeared in front of him.
Pages are missing, the edges are curled, and there is a crooked signature on the cover. No one knows who signed it.
But He Sheng did take off.
Literally took off - the moment the book activated, the whole well of reality exploded.
From that day on, he discovered that the world was far from as prosperous as it appeared.
One mystery after another follows.
And that broken book, like a key, pushed him into one mystery after another.
The people who tore apart the Heavenly Palace fifty years ago are waiting for him.
The enemy hiding in the dark is looking for him.
The truth deep in the mist is looking at him.
He Sheng didn't know what role he played in this situation.
All he knows is that every time he solves a mystery, he gets further away from "that kid in the orphanage who picks up scraps."
Closer to a certain destiny - closer.
Reader comments
It's quite good. The subject matter is not well chosen. It's about daily love, fantasy is about fighting, and science fiction is about postgraduate entrance exams. The subject is too vague and in the clouds. I should be able to find my own way if I write a few more books. I support you eh eh 😁😁😁
Reading one chapter has the flavor of that starting point, but it is also mixed with some vague things, such as some proper nouns. Don't write it here. The introduction of the pre-earth is the introduction of the pre-earth. I thought this old man was the protagonist, but it turned out to be a prologue.
It's quite good. The subject matter is not well chosen. It's about daily love, fantasy is about fighting, and science fiction is about postgraduate entrance exams. The subject is too vague and in the clouds. I should be able to find my own way if I write a few more books. I support you eh eh 😁😁😁
Reading one chapter has the flavor of that starting point, but it is also mixed with some vague things, such as some proper nouns. Don't write it here. The introduction of the pre-earth is the introduction of the pre-earth. I thought this old man was the protagonist, but it turned out to be a prologue.
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