The snow in Fu City has been falling continuously since August last year. The severe winter that arrived prematurely brought an unspeakable chill to this already dead town.
The pale and lonely snowflakes are like sharp blades without an edge, mercilessly cutting through the breath of life slowly released in the sky and the decaying spiritual energy in the world, gently spreading the silent cry in the silent place, calling for those black souls who have been sleeping for a long time.
The snow is not clear but people feel cold.
How long has it been since there was no trace of anyone in Jifu City? Ten years? No, it should be twenty years. It has been twenty years since the catastrophe of worshiping Fu, which changed the minds of those who heard it.
Twenty years
——How wide a time gap does it represent?