My Spiritual Vision Is Slightly Higher

In the early morning of the fishing village, a woman couldn't wait for the boat at the port and poured rat poison into the family's porridge. Deep in the rain forests of Southeast Asia, under towers of flesh and blood, living people are priced, booked, and packed like goods. Everyone in the Nordic town knelt in the snow and slit their throats with weird smiles on their faces. In the cracks under the Antarctic glacier, a sacred object that can "heal everything" allows the scientific expedition team to kill each other overnight. The files of all these cases point to the same signature: the Yellow Cloak Society. A group of lunatics trying to awaken "gods" with extreme emotions. Internal divisions - some want to control God, some want to be God, and some just want to obey God. My name is Xu Yuanzhou. My eyes can see the "color" of emotions, and I can follow those silver-gray remnants and approach their altar step by step. They call people like me "samples." I said, you'd better pray that I don't find it before I go crazy.