Falling from the Gods [Chinese Chapter]

In the ancient times, the demonic armies from outside the territory came to the sky, and the four major gods burned their godheads and formed a barrier with their lives. Tens of millions of years later, Jiangnan City. An Wei, a 26-year-old back-end programmer, had not slept for three consecutive days but was in high spirits, her palms were hot, and her five senses were so sharp that she could smell the chive box at the workstation next door. The wolfberry tea he cooked cured his colleague's insomnia for half a year. He thought something went wrong because of overtime work. Until two o'clock in the morning, he took a shortcut into an old alley, and the light of his mobile phone illuminated a man squatting on the ground - the man raised his head, with a third dark gray eye on his forehead. There is no system, no panel, no instructions from the sky. The only thing An Wei can do is to use the variable control method of a programmer, and try cup after cup of tea, trying to figure out what the fire in her palm is - and how to survive in the hands of more and more monsters. Later he found out that it was Taishang Laojun's elixir fire. Fragments of a golden cudgel were sleeping in the gravel on the street. The old jade in the antique shop hid the fire of the gods. The drink promotion in the bar that was as cold as ice saved his life, but also hid a bigger secret than him - the "urban ghost stories" on the forum were all true. And above the sky, the barrier made with the fate of the gods has begun to crack.