When Song Yan woke up, there was wet mud underneath him and the taste of rust in his mouth.
This is a mountain village that died during the Republic of China. There are ghosts everywhere and injustice everywhere.
She doesn't save people, doesn't save people, and doesn't look at anyone.
She just grabbed everything she liked, could use, and wanted—people or ghosts—in her hands.
The good ones are used to symbiosis, the evil ones are used to devour them, and the disobedient Omegas are marked, impregnated, and locked up.
The world is mediocre.
She happens to be evil enough.
