Wu Xie wrote the word "ultimate" on the white paper. The ultimate... What? Strength? Desire? Demonic barrier? He thought one by one and wrote one after another. These thoughts surrounded the so-called "ultimate" on a small piece of paper. There was no way to pass through the mountains and mountains. People outside the city couldn't get in, and those in the city didn't know if they wanted to get out. Wu Xie put down his pen and picked up the cigarette beside him. He turned over and over again and finally had only one thought left: ultimate loneliness.