Yang Jian has been driving Didi for three years. The service points are 4.2 And the balance is 3.25 Yuan. His eyes have been closed for three hundred years, and he no longer remembers that he is a god.
Until the Roaring Dog ran back. After more than a thousand kilometers, the claws were worn away, the tail was broken in half, and the body was covered with black wounds - cold, like the skin of the dead. It was chased for more than a thousand kilometers. The thing chasing it has no face, only an outline.
Master Taiyi told him: Heaven did not collapse by itself, but was "eaten". Ancient predators from before the birth of human beings are imprisoned in Guixu. They stole the will of the gods and are now coming out. They want to turn cities into altars and humans as batteries. When a person is being drained of spiritual energy, they will be awake for several days and feel their body drying out bit by bit - first the skin, then the muscles, and finally the bone marrow.
Yang Jian started looking for someone. Nezha is playing games and earning 2,000 yuan a month. Sun Wukong tightened the screws in the electronics factory, and the golden cudgel turned into an iron pipe. Zhong Kui works as a makeup artist in a funeral parlor. The land management company has been repairing water pipes for 10 years.
Three hundred years ago there were forty-seven gods, but now there are only twelve left.
Enough.
Yang Jian stood above the city, his eyes wide open, and the stars were spinning on his forehead. Nezha stepped on the hot wheel, and the flames cut through the night sky. Sun Wukong stood on the top of the building, piercing the clouds with his golden cudgel.
Humanity looked up at them. Willingness begins to flow back.
Deep in the ruins, Wuxiang is smiling: "You are my story. Your divine power is my food."
Yang Jian looked in the direction of Guixu. "Wait. I'll hit you."
