Mental Confusion

My name is Lin Nanfeng, a critically ill patient. You have never heard of my disease, and the treatment fee I need is an astronomical sum. For me, my life is over the moment I see the bill, but at this time I come to a new world. I soon realized that this would be my hope in life. The old priest breathed his last by the bonfire of the Frostbreath Tribe, with endless grief for the desecration of the starry sky remaining in his eyes. In a dark rental house on a distant earth, a terminally ill young man who used his blood to open the door to plunder was licking his wounds, and his greedy and desperate eyes were firmly fixed on the otherworldly starry sky that he regarded as the nourishment of life.