It Turns Out That Oxygen Is Poisonous

In this world, the most prickly common sense is not weird stories, but lifespan: trees can live longer than city walls, with annual rings growing outward; and people and animals can be considered "blessed" if they strive to live for more than a hundred years. Sun Jingxing was just a cultural relic restorer at the provincial level. One night shift, he cut his finger on a piece of permafrost carbonized wood. Then he woke up from a high fever and saw for the first time fine "snow" floating in the air under the lamp. At the same time, the "Falling Dragon Hot Search" on the Internet was quickly renamed, and the procedures in the library suddenly became stricter. Signing, sealing, return, and questioning were all linked together, like an invisible network slowly tightening. Behind the sweetness of cultivating immortality, the aroma of elixirs, and the so-called "ascension" lies a colder answer: Some people are treating people as things that can be cultivated and recycled. Sun Jingxing didn't want to be that "resource", so he could only save himself in the cracks - survive first, and then dig out the truth bit by bit. It wasn't until he was forced to commit suicide that he found another way that was more painful and slower, but could possibly pull people out of captivity.