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Zombies + apocalypse + no powers + all ordinary people + darkness of human nature The only truth I learned in ten days: In a world where zombies and darkness are rampant, the truly scary thing is often not the zombies, but the ones who are most human-like, who will be eaten first. So, on the tenth day, I personally killed the "human-like" self in my heart. Now, let me tell you what is a "person" in this new era.

"Song Chen, he only has three days left. According to the rules, he should be let off the bus." "I... Know. But I can't step on the accelerator." The blood moon comes and the whole class travels through time. The number beating on our wrists is the countdown to life, and it is also the only hard currency in this apocalyptic world - time. I, Song Chen, am the driver of this bus. Broadcasting gave me four rules and the cruelest power: Decide who deserves to stay in the car and continue this journey of survival. Squad leader Su He is calculating the optimal solution: "The person who gives up the least time can maximize the collective survival rate." Sports committee member Xu Rui has become a semi-demon: "I have the power to protect everyone, but my lifespan... Is almost sold out." Study committee member Chen Qian is keeping accounts: "The total time we have left is only enough for another three months." As for Shi Lei, who was huddled in the corner, the "3" on his wrist was flashing crazily. Monsters are rampant outside the car window, people in the car are confused, and everyone has their own agenda. Some people stare at other people's numbers, their blood-red eyes filled with greedy blood. And I held the steering wheel and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the rearview mirror. I know-- When the zombies come, I can take a detour, when the devil blocks my way, I can negotiate, and when weird things threaten my life, I can break the rules. But when the classmate whom I had been with day and night knelt by the car door, begging me not to let him get out of the car and wait to die... Should I follow the rules or my conscience? This is the last train to survive. The fare is your time. But there are some things that cannot be lost even if time reaches zero.

Have you ever heard of the Leyline Management Bureau? Never heard of it? Come on, I haven't heard of Zhou Jizi from Dongsan Hutong. This man, a former temporary worker on the exploration team, is now a self-proclaimed "civilian mediator of geological disputes". His daily job is to repair a marshmallow machine that can never be repaired, and to use life experience to solve all trivial matters - including but not limited to: Wang Dazhuang's rooster became angry after eating chili peppers, and screamed like a siren; the syrup bought cheaply by the grocery store owner Zhao exploded in the middle of the night; the Green Widow's shiny leather shoes were always accurately hit by UFOs. Until Xu Dali, a newcomer from the Earth Line Bureau, was holding a rules and regulations manual and asked everyone he met: "Have you felt the Earth Line fluctuations?" Zhou Baozi didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "If it fluctuates by six, the water pipe is rusty." But then, the slate seeped with frosting, the compass turned into an electric fan, the kimchi jars exploded collectively, and the water pipes started a concert in the middle of the night... The sweet, salty, and sour sounds in the alley took turns, and life was like a pot of jumbled pots. Fortunately, there is Su Wan. That girl has a good tongue and can tell what's wrong with it after just one taste: "Uncle Zhao, the syrup will explode tomorrow." "Aunt Li, your water pipe is leaking." "Uncle Zhou, it's time to buy pickles tomorrow." So this group of people got together: the old fried dough sticks brought up the new fool, the official director quarreled with the poor uncle, used mung bean water to cure the rooster, used tangerine peel and coptis to relieve sugar addiction, and used the saltiness of pancake sauce to mediate neighbor relations. Abnormal ground veins? Doesn't exist. It's just that the days are going by the wayside, and then they come back and go on.

The elders say that Beiming Mountain is alive. Every few decades, it will open a "golden eye" in the middle of the night. In 2007, on a snowstorm night, Song Chen saw the "eye" with his own eyes. From then on, ordinary life left him. A incomplete mountain guarding notebook points to the "forbidden objects" that the Japanese army failed to take away when they evacuated; three ancestral treasures that were inexplicably stained with gloom; and deep underground, the strange golden statue that kept emitting a "heartbeat"... People from all sides rushed into this isolated snowy land like hounds that smelled blood. The international brokers want its value, the descendants of Shoushan want to fulfill their oaths, and the mad scholars want its truth. Song Chen had no choice but to rely on his half-experienced Feng Shui skills and the vague warnings left by his grandfather to go deep into the maze-like Japanese ruins and older natural caves. He had to figure out the root of all this before the golden body completely opened his "eyes" - otherwise, he and the mountain would be "swallowed" forever. This is a race against the unknown, and the stakes are everyone's lives.