Old Summer

There is deathly silence in the depths of the ruins, except for the whispers of the old gods hovering among the rock walls. The mud monk with his hands folded emerged from the shadows, the mud wrapped in the body temperature that had not dissipated; the human pupa embedded in the stone wall trembled slightly, and under the translucent cocoon were twisted and deformed limbs. My name is Zhang Shuo, welcome to this absurd world!