The gloomy and ominous dusk, the empty and silent streets.
Bai Ziying woke up and found himself lying directly under the archway of a town; the talking black cat quietly slipped out of the bushes and followed closely behind him.
In the distant mountains, the long-dead dragon opened his eyes again and looked at him.
He tried to speak but felt a sharp pain in his neck. He lowered his head following its line of sight and looked silently at the head in his hand.
Before the night of prayer, a strange young man in black fell from the sky and destroyed Bai Ziying's yard.
Facing many crazy believers, the two young men looked at each other——
Bai Ziying: They are waiting for God's gift. What are we waiting for? Are we waiting for death?
Fu Qing:......
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