Disaster Agency

Under the dark blue night sky, dim tall buildings stood in the thick white mist. "Mom, I may never see you again." "It has been more than a hundred years since the first king of Yan State, and now, An Neng has surrendered to Qin!" "I just succeeded in starting a business and made a lot of money. How could I die like this? I haven't even enjoyed it yet"... On the street, all kinds of people kept walking through. Some of them were in a trance and kept repeating what they had said. Those who were conscious looked into the distance in fear. From time to time, black smoke would appear to condense into a human form, and from time to time, someone's body would gradually dissipate, eventually letting out a mournful cry. In the crowd, pairs of blood-red eyes were hidden, like strange beasts coming out of the Book of Mountains and Seas, dragging their bodies still writhing with flesh and blood, wandering around like zombies. "Am I the only one?" He Yang asked, minding his own business. The white jacket was dancing in the wind, and there was a pair of firm eyes under the broken hair. He Yang walked quickly through the streets, constantly recalling a solid figure in his mind, and the black airflow in his hands continued to condense. He also faced the wind and ran towards the depths of the mist. A piece of wake wood hit the table hard, making a crisp sound. A scholar shook his folding fan and said, "People often say that there are gods three feet above, but they don't know that the ones who protect the world are mortals..." A tall building in the white mist has the word "Nantian" written in random strokes. This is Nantian Street, which exists forever in the nine heavens and is the final destination for all those with strong obsessions.