Hua Wuya, a guest from Jianghu, possesses the "Seal of the Playing Soul" and wakes up in a strange facility called "Xu Jin Theater", seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Zhou Ye, an observer, belongs to a lost recording organization. He is the first "corpse" he found in the dark, and the only one of his kind.
Rule One: Don't die.
Rule 2: Live together.
From workstations full of rust and pollution to purification machines that are destroyed upon activation; from sealed databases to light cocoons of samples buried deep underground... One of them relied on the ruthlessness and determination of the Jianghu people to make their way, and the other relied on the calmness and calculation of the observer to survive.
He dug out the carrion for him, and he gave blood instead of water.
He carries him and jumps into the abyss. He guides him to his weak points.
When the rules of "theatre" gradually emerged, and when the imprint of "standardization" penetrated into the bone marrow, this symbiosis that began with strangers became the only real coordinate in the ruins.
"Zhou Ye, what's in front of you?"
"Road. Or, more 'them'. Pick one."
