One day, Yang Qi found that he was taken to a place where there were no humans or ghosts. Oh, what, now life is finally going to take action on him?
Little did he know that his deliberate wish to be weak all his life was shattered like a bubble.
"Who is he? What is his background?"
"It seems not. I asked someone to investigate. He is just an orphan..."
"I don't know how I got in here because I look like a weakling. I guess it's because of my skin."
The rustling crowd gathered into several groups, and the sound was heard back and forth through You Yang's left and right ears at a volume that was not far or near enough for You Yang to hear.
"Come here, come here, stop talking." One of the girls quickly bumped the other girl with her elbow.
Yang took long strides and casually walked out of the place where the ghosts gathered. He met a gentle but scrutinizing gaze that glanced back and forth from top to bottom without hesitation, not even willing to move.
"Tsk." You Yang frowned slightly, but the man still didn't move. The shadow cast down and the air around him seemed to have turned cold.
You Yang threw the coat in his hand over his shoulders, not lightly but not heavily, just hitting the man who was stuck there like a piece of wood, and turned around and walked away.
Intention: When some humans think they are God, the world will be destroyed, and human nature will not last forever.