It Doesn't Matter If It's a Sacrifice, I'm the Food for the Ninth Day

(Imaginary fantasy, it can be said that it has nothing to do with traditional fantasy) (The protagonist slowly grows up) ---------------- Nine heavens and two realms, black covering the white light This is an unpredictable situation; With these nine "heavens" in the world, God's successor seems to have become the master of the "heavens" In order to seek the unguaranteed safety, the ingredients became sacrifices to please the gods. In order to obtain that powerful power, some people are willing to become the "power ghost" of the god. In order to get rid of the fearful life all day long, some people had no choice but to become the "spiritual worshipers" of the gods. The law in ordinary times has been reduced to a pile of toilet paper. There are only rules made by the strong. Inside the territory is the protection of the survivors, and outside the territory is the end of the doomsday people. Living has become something I dare not aspire to. It has become the most hated thing ……… "I am Chen Mo, don't ask me my name, because I will die if I speak."