Mortals and Immortals

The blood moon rises in the sky and revives strangely. The dead man's tree bloomed, blood vines sprouted from the dry well, and the sound of chewing in the old house never stopped in the middle of the night. In this world of cultivating immortals, the aura is mixed with indescribable "ominousness". Chen Mo came through time travel and just wanted to live. Until he saw with his own eyes that a coquettish bloody vine sprouted from the mayor's chest. That night, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind: [The trick system is successfully bound——]