I'm Not a Bastard

Strange stories about urban rules have arrived, and there are no explanations for the strangeness. All living people must die. The more fearful others are, the faster they die. Lu Ren only needs to say: I'm tight. Lock away mental pollution, suppress the ghosts of the undead, and stabilize the unbalanced laws of heaven. The whole city has a magical deity, and everyone calls him the god of tension. Lu Ren shook his head indifferently: Sorry, I'm not a god.