[Doomsday ruins + Cthulhu + intelligence dealer + anti-routine daily + behind-the-scenes flow]
There is no Long Aotian who destroyed the old days with one punch. There are only young Buddhists who are forced to inherit the "family business" and work hard to make money in the horrific ruins (and support a bunch of indescribable oil bottles).
While others are practicing hard to fight evil, he is worrying about how to teach tentacle "employees" to be polite to guests.
As the investigators frantically pursued the truth about the doomsday, they finally discovered that all the clues pointed to the young man grilling takoyaki under the street lamp - and the smiling darkness behind him.
"I told you that I'm just an information seller." Lin Qiu put away the stall and whispered to the murmuring Abyss behind him, "... Father, it's time to pay the rent."
Not bad, you can keep watching