When she was seven years old, Shen Mo was carried out of the dry well by her father by the neck.
His father's eye sockets were empty, with white bugs coming out of the two black holes, and something was sticking out of his mouth. But the knife that had been used to kill pigs for twenty years finally stabbed into his temple.
Silence lived in the pile of corpses for seven days. Eat when you are hungry, drink urine when you are thirsty. Later, a voice asked in his head: Is it delicious?
Later, men in black clothes took him out of the city and said, "There is something in your eyes looking at you."
Silence doesn't know what it is. All he knew was that from that day on, his hands never shook when he killed people. It's not that I don't want to shake, it's that I can't shake it. My heart felt like it was frozen, and I couldn't even cover it to keep it warm.
Later he realized that there was nothing in this world to ascend to immortality, only to eat and be eaten. Dantian is the egg buried by the outer god, Nascent Soul is the mature cub, and ascension is to wash yourself clean and put it into other people's mouths.
But Silence doesn't want to be eaten.
Even if he were a monster, he would still have to be a piece of tooth-gnawing meat so that whoever ate him would suffer from indigestion for the rest of his life.
