The Old Ones of Coffin Town

"I shelter gods in the wasteland" Gray fog envelopes the world, the old gods awaken from the human subconscious, and civilization teeters on the edge of madness. Chen Huang was once an undertaker in a funeral parlor, closing the eyes of more than 300 deceased people. After the doomsday came, his pollution index was measured to exceed the upper limit of measurement, and he was imprisoned in the bottom floor of the ninth asylum, numbered 094. There, the sleeping bronze coffin in his mind roared for the first time - it longed to devour the gods. When there was a full-scale riot in the shelter, Wei Wei broke out of the cage, and the guards scrambled for their lives, Chen Huang tore up his prison uniform, revealing the emblem of the Zhenyi Department burned on his back, and walked against the flow of people into the depths of darkness. "Wrong," he said to those deformed and twisted monsters, "it's you who should run away now." He takes in the God of Dreams and weaves nightmares; he devours the God of flesh and blood and reshapes his body; he suppresses the Lord of Desolation and orders all things. Every time a god is taken in, he inherits a piece of power and also bears a piece of madness - the murmurs of insomniacs around the world, the primitive hunger for flesh and blood, and the cold nothingness after emotions are stripped away. But a truth more terrifying than the old gods was waiting for him deep in the gray mist. On the back side of the moon, a line of warning is engraved in the base of the ancient Qi Refiners: Don't let them see the earth. And the real god of the Cthulhu system is coming from the depths of the universe. This is the story of a group of "madmen" protecting mankind. They turned their remains into firewood and lit the last lamp in the long night where the gods were watching.