Life Is Not Supported

"The layout of this book has been adjusted, and a new work has been opened. Welcome to read the new book." Wandering into ancient houses in the destructive underworld, candlelight is the only way to fight against evil... Blood mist fills the corridor, companions die tragically one after another and disappear out of thin air. Everyone traveling with them has their own selfish motives, and people's hearts are harder to guess than ghosts. Taoist priests, idiots, gardeners, poets... What is hidden behind each one? Arrogant, hesitant, broken, whispering, lonely, crazy... The weirdness along the way has turned into various forms, and dangers have arisen. Is it weirdness, human heart, or fate? Su Ming's eyes flashed with a cold color called "blasphemy". "The rain and wind filled the windows at night, and the sad ghosts wailed in front of the graves. The withered sycamore trees are stained with blood and tears, and the snow is falling in Chang'an in July. All kinds of strange movies are fascinating to travelers, and all kinds of crazy thoughts cover the loneliness. What is there to be afraid of when God abandons him? His eyes wander across the chaos of the world. " "Even if the sky doesn't bow down, the gods don't respond, people don't follow me, and life doesn't support me, I have no fear even if I am trying to survive!"