The last bus on Line 7 is limited to 13 people.
The 14th person to get on the bus disappeared.
I thought I had traveled to a parallel world.
It wasn't until the regular districts came to the city that I realized that this modern world was just a sealed corner of the prehistoric world.
Chinese myths are true, and most global myths are false gods.
When the subways, old buildings, mountain cities, and river fog all started to eat people, I bound a system that was a fusion of half of Tiandao and modern AI.
From that day on, I was no longer just trying to survive.
I want to invite gods in ghost stories, hunt gods in pollution, and bring this world that is about to collapse back on track.
