[This book was not first published on Jinjiang. It was previously posted on Shudeng without a contract and generated no paid revenue. It is now being published on Jinjiang in a revised edition.]
Dark, flowing light washes over absurdity; brick by brick, the past is shattered and soaked in the world of men. The years that passed for He Jinman have long since been mocked by the wind and forgotten, yet Jiang Yiming keeps going around in circles, while the world grows older day by day.
Not until dark crimson spills over the setting sun, sketching out and linking together patches of chaotic sky, does he look back at the tracks of the wanderers and realize that panic has been spreading all along.
But he wants none of it. He grips his shadowy pistol and shatters this absurd symphony, letting the remnants of time scatter into the ravines and fall silent in the mortal world.
So he loads the gun, pulls the trigger, and sends the bullet flying into a farther trench.
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I'm updating this in another book. Don't read this one; I'll write something else here later ^ - ^
Theme: An unyielding spirit plays different roles in a world gone mad.
