The reverberation is a curse, the folds are a prison, and the reverberation body is the mouthpiece of the abyss.
Under the neon lights of Jiang Lincheng, there are dark rules that mortals should not know.
Delivery rider Lin Ye, guarding a fragile heart, plunged headlong into the extraordinary mist.
Don't dare to look back, can't stay, can't respond.
In the folds of time and space where he was destined to die every step of the way, he used flesh and blood as a rope and family affection as an anchor to cling to a glimmer of hope in despair.
The market hides secrets, rules kill people, and civilization slumbers.
The call you hear is death;
The warmth you hold is the anchor.
When the lingering sound comes, when the fragments awaken, a low-level mortal is about to touch the taboos of the entire world.
(Slow heat in the early stage, steady development, please be patient, the world view is grand)
