I'm a Monk, I Shouldn't Have Clicked on That Email

When Qin Tian regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a strange street. The streets are lined with dilapidated buildings with peeling walls, broken windows, and garbage and broken glass scattered on the streets. The strange thing is that the whole street is shrouded in a strange dim yellow tone, just like the color of old photos. The sky was an unnaturally dark red, and there was no sun or moon in sight. Qin Tian quickly checked himself: his clothes had not changed, his backpack was still there, and the beads were still on his wrist, but the red light of the first beads had stabilized and continued to shine like an LED light. "Where is this?" He whispered to himself, while observing his surroundings vigilantly. The streets were deserted and eerily silent. There was only the occasional sound of wind in the distance, like someone sobbing softly. There was a strange smell of mold and rust in the air.