Pan Feng, an unsystematic and unpredictable growth and development novel. The psychology and physiology, force and intelligence, and three views are all slowly transformed through the experience of blood and tears. The general framework and historical logic are gentle. It is a very good novel. (It just has a few typos, otherwise it would be a masterpiece)
📖"Seventy-two Transformations of the Earth": From "Journey to the West" to the paper wonders of cyberpunk, an underrated modern epic of monsters When the Tiangang earth evil technique in "Journey to the West" crashes into the dimensional wall and splashes into the modern city intertwined with cyberneon, "The Seventy-two Transformations of the Earth Evil" uses a strange writing style to carve out a blood-stained "side sect" in the red sea of immortality literature - this is not only a novel, but also a crazy deconstruction and reorganization of traditional cultural genes. ▶ Tear open the hypertext carnival of "Journey to the West". The seventy-two transformations in the book are no longer Sun Wukong's exclusive spells, but turned into 360 lines of "human magic": the swordsmanship can penetrate the secluded world and cut the skin of paintings, the skill of knowing the earth can peek into the underworld, and even boiling stones and swallowing knives can become the key to breaking the game. The author violently disassembles the gene chain of "Journey to the West" and "Liao Zhai", grafts the "immobilization method" to the convenience store cashier to negotiate with hungry ghosts, and uses the "flame breathing technique" to ignite the ghosts and monsters in the black clinic in the urban village. When traditional cultural codes are injected with narrative power like a diesel engine, what breaks out is not a joke, but a postmodern folklore feast. ▶ The Paradox of the Cyber Monk in a Parallel World. The protagonist Li Changan's "time travel" is a stroke of genius: he shuttles between the modern workplace and the troubled world of monsters, there is a cinnabar yellow talisman hidden in the take-out insulated box, and the printer spits out not documents but fragments of the book of life and death. This feeling of tearing is far from a simple contrast. The author uses the plot of programmers writing spells and HR interviewing monsters to accurately pierce the spiritual dilemma of contemporary social animals - when 996 oppression and thousand-year-old paintings bite the soul at the same time, which world is closer to hell? ▶ The existential struggle under the skin of a hard-core immortal cultivator. Every spell in the book has a price tag: to kill hungry ghosts in exchange for "invisibility", the price is three days of Yangshou; to kill the painted-skin spirit to awaken the "sword skill", you have to endure the pain of severing the meridians. Where is this cool article about cultivating immortals? It is clearly an Eastern expression of Kafka's dilemma: Aren't we exchanging liver damage for a mortgage, and exchanging lumbar disc herniation for a school district housing? When the protagonist is fighting for his life with the head-changing ghost in the morgue, the metaphor as sharp as a scalpel has already been cut off the page. ▶ Be alert! This is not the Xianxia universe you are familiar with. There is no crude cheating of the system's golden finger, and there is no cheap fantasy of beauties from the three realms. The whole book is filled with the dank and murderous atmosphere of Hong Kong horror movies. The squirming fleshy Ganoderma lucidum in the elevator shaft of the hospital, the fox demon HR working overtime late at night in the office building, the zombie assembly line under the red lantern in the urban village... These monsters soaked in the alienation of modern industry constitute a 21st century "Hundred Ghosts at Night". When monsters put on suits and squeeze into the subway, it is more creepy than any magical setting. [Reading Warning] Opening this book requires you to withstand three mental shocks: 1. The dense folklore hidden weapons can pierce the cognitive barrier at any time 2. The light pollution-level mix and match of neon lights and mahogany swords 3. The author may be dragged into a moral gray zone at any time to think about "what is a human being" In this era where fairy tales fall into routine rereading, "Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil" is like a poison-quenched ancient sword, which not only breaks the seal of the tradition of supernatural beings, but also cuts out the organs of cyberpunk. When you close the last page late at night, you will suddenly find that the safety exit lights in the corridor of the office building are actually glowing with a faint ghost-fire green.