Shen Jinghong just wants to take care of himself in old age.
He runs a second-hand bookstore called "No Return" in the old street. He feeds the black cat named "Coal Ball" every day, listens to the nagging of the lady next door, and occasionally quarrels with people for a long time over the five yuan parking fee.
Everyone thought he was a sick man who couldn't breathe even after taking two steps, until that day, the believers of the alien gods washed the old street with blood.
When that arrogant "false god" crushed Shen Jinghong's canned cat.
The lazy young man curled up on the wicker chair sighed: "I have to pay more for this matter."
