Things are absurd.
Taichu Zhenjun has been confused recently. "Xiaobai", the son of the sect's sinner, seems to have become an identity. Countless people bear this name and do absurd things, which only adds to worries.
She was the only one who felt something was wrong.
This generation scattered into various circles and tribes, mixed with the secular world, and even turned into demons and ghosts, calling themselves "players". She executed him on the basis of the inexplicable wanted order, but within a short time, he was reborn in the world. Life and death were like child's play, and reincarnation seemed like a futile thing.
What's even weirder is that one day she saw:
Countless players combed her hair, dressed her in clothes, ran around shouting, and uttered strange words:
"It's amazing xx, I finally got it!" "How did you know that I got the same style as my senior sister in ten consecutive draws?"
…
"No matter how dead I am, I won't live." The woman in black casually shook off the blood on her sword, flicking her high braid as she walked, and the gray and silver runes on her clothes flickered.
"You should be grateful to me, shouldn't you?" She lowered her head slightly, a shadow shrouded her, and on the always expressionless face of Furong, the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.
"Die a worthy death, instead of... The demonic tide surges, the people are killed, and the mountains and rivers are overturned, all because of your stupid words."
The headless, charred corpse was trembling, as if angry, but even more frightened.
The woman turned a blind eye and continued talking to herself: "I even took your head back so that you could return to your roots."
"And you should have been - unpardonable."
[Micro-heartthrob, the protagonist is an unconventional good person and has no emotions]
[She has no sense of taste. She can only taste the flesh and blood of people with special powers in their bodies, such as immortal cultivators, demons, and ghosts. However, the protagonist has no desire, including appetite]
Intention: Silence illuminates thousands of aspects, and observes the world indifferently