The Demons and Ghosts of the Doomsday Reappear

Just when Xiao Zhiming thought that he was confused enough at the crossroads of life, the entire city, country, region and even the world were swallowed up by a silent thick fog - this was not only his predicament, but also the dusk of all mankind. Communications were interrupted, the power grid was paralyzed, and high-tech equipment was reduced to scrap metal. The glory of human civilization returned to the cold weapon age in just a few days, while mutated and bloodthirsty beasts reduced mankind to the bottom of the food chain. When the sun finally tore through the fog and shed its light on the earth again, people who survived the disaster hugged each other and cried, but they did not know that what this ray of sunshine illuminated was a deeper despair. When night falls, the ghosts and monsters in ancient legends break the boundary between reality and reality. They are invisible, yet greedy; they come in all shapes and sizes, and everywhere they pass are bones. In this darkest moment, some people dug out cinnabar talismans from the fragments of ancestral scrolls, some found peach wood swords in old houses, and some remembered the forgotten spells spoken by the older generation. These ancient wisdoms that modern people despised as "superstition" turned out to be the last dawn of mankind.