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"I'll just take a look." The black shadow, the silent original existence, the nameless recorder of hell, the re-enactor of thousands of events, the collector of endless dust, appeared on the edge of the incident and said this sentence. The virtual reporter put the camera in his face. So he got into a fight with the reporter. ... Mo Ming, a down-and-out researcher in wild philosophy, was suddenly dragged underground while taking a walk and met his wild student. So things took a wild turn. Heaven, this world, hell, virtual realm. Taiyang, Shaoyang, Shaoyin, Taiyin. The sun sets and the scales tilt. When the balance is broken and there is only the last trace of justice left in this world, then let me... Mo Ming sighed quietly. "Haha, sorry, messed up."