The Last Years of Diguan

When I was five years old, my grandfather, who was suffering from advanced lung cancer, dug out his own eyeballs late at night and forced them on me. He said: "Xunxun, let grandpa live for you, will you succeed?" From that day on, I opened my yin and yang eyes and could see the strings of doom on dying people. … The big dream returns to the ruins, the eternal moon has no light, and the black stone is in its original place... The story begins slowly.