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On the west coast of a distant continent, a country rises from the dust of destruction. The flag of the two-headed bear flies high, allowing the fire of civilization to burn again in the wasteland. But war will never change, and people today are still repeating the mistakes of the past. Will the eastward movement free this country from the curse of decline, or will it sound the clarion call for this country's demise? The shadow of the old world is still looming today. Crazy and brutal monsters can be seen everywhere, and perverted and bloodthirsty gangsters are rampant. Who has really conquered you in this dirty and treacherous wasteland? After a bizarre car accident, a not very smart man opened his eyes and found that he had become a prisoner. A bead-eyed little man greeted him. "Hello, you can call me... Van Buren."

The name Song Aqi is somewhat famous in the local area. When people hear that something happened in Laolonggang, someone will always mention this name. "Where is Song Ah Qi? Has he taken care of this matter?" "Isn't it related to Song Ah Qi again?" "Okay, just say a few words less." An old voice sounded. "I am now the master of Anbu, not the curly-headed Qi from before. Please stop saying a few words." Song Aqi, who was mixed in the crowd, curled his lips when he heard this long-lost nickname. He really didn't expect to hear Lao Huangli to this day, so he became extremely angry and shouted loudly: "I'm not a skinny boy now! If you don't believe me, take a look!" As soon as the words came out, the people around him dispersed as if they had seen the god of plague, leaving only a guy with an ungenerous look on his face standing there with one finger pointing to his head and one hand pinching his waist.

Jin Xuan is an ordinary Taoist monk, the kind who would throw a scumbag Taoist book to death when giving lectures at a Dharma conference. An ordinary orphan adopted by an ordinary master will most likely be ordinary in the future. But... Why do I always have this dream? Jin Xuan thought that in his dreams there always seemed to be a person wearing a black crown telling him something that made him feel like he was given a slap in the face, but every time he woke up he would forget all the specific information... Where is the person in the dream?

"Everything has a shape, oracle bones can speak" essay collection Inspired by the word "Thunder" in oracle bone inscriptions

After 2077, SA became strange. The land became a wasteland. People of all kinds stood up. What changes would they bring to this land? New book "Fallout: Rebooting Van Buren"