The seventh day of insomnia.
Zhang Chen's mind was filled with sounds - women were crying, wild beasts were roaring, and mountains were collapsing.
There was a gash in his left arm. There was no blood, but it looked like there was a steel bar twisting inside.
The doctor said he was mentally ill. He almost believed it.
Until I came across a scrap of animal skin in the museum. A burst of electricity exploded in his left arm, and a piece of information was poured directly into his consciousness:
[Original archive: Zhu Yan. Status: sealed, painful, forgotten. Location: Bloodmoon Wasteland.
Those voices were not hallucinations. It's a distress signal.
Someone told him: The earth is built on a world of mountains and seas. Ten thousand years ago, when the previous generation of god-level civilization left its nest, it drained away the aura of the world of mountains and seas, leaving an "umbilical cord" to continue draining. Now out of fuel, they began to yank from the other side.
The world of mountains and seas is about to be sucked dry. If it collapses, the earth will collapse.
The crack on his left arm was the only scissor that could cut the umbilical cord.
A man wearing slippers who smoked Hongta Mountain came to the door and said that he was the mountain god of Qingyao Mountain, the last mountain that was not dead. He has been waiting for thousands of years.
"Boy, either go forward or be sucked into a mummy. How to choose?"
Zhang Chen was silent for three seconds.
"A monthly salary of three thousand, living in a rental house, and a four-digit deposit. Are you sure you want to see me?"
The mountain god flicked off the cigarette butt: "You think I want to find it? You are the only one in the universe who has that cut on your arm."
"... When will we set off?"
"Early tomorrow morning. I'll take you to have a good meal tonight."
"Boss, three bowls of beef noodles, plus meat, please."
