Apocalypse + darkness + suspense + multiple group portraits,
No one living in this world has clean hands!
The sun is dead.
Ruins spread across the land. The surviving humans relied on a barrier to survive - the Xuanhuang Barrier, which had been running for three hundred years.
Beicang was pushed step by step from the hunting place in the north to the position of admiral of the nine gates. A pit designed to fill lives.
He's not dead.
Turning over, he saw other people piled at the bottom of the pit - people without surnames like him.
He continued walking up to the door that no one dared to touch.
Open the door!
He finally knew where those people who died in the pit went? What has become...
Bei Xingyao was in tears, and her right eye had become completely empty.
"Brother! They are going to sacrifice everyone!"
"Are you killing people... Or...
——Behead the God? ! "
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Don't take sides until you turn the last page!
