The Man Who Puts Out the Lights in the Wilderness

There is a rule in Kujing Town: before a person dies, his or her name must be told to outsiders. Because a person who has no light in his heart will not live past the age of eighteen. It's not death, it's "extinguishing" - like a drop of water falling into the desert, not even leaving a mark. Chen Jiu is seventeen years old and his heart is empty. He squatted at the door of the blacksmith shop and scratched his name again and again. Until the man holding the paper lantern lifted up the roof tiles and said to him with a smile: "It's not that you don't have a light in your heart, it's that the light hasn't been lit yet." Later, Chen Jiu realized that the thousands of lights in this world are just shackles around the necks of all living beings. And his empty chamber, which was judged as "waste", was the original torch holder chosen by the ancient light source. Since they said that an empty chamber was not worthy of being lit, he used emotions as fuel and obsession as a guide to burn the hypocritical lamp sequence that had been burning for three thousand years. "I'm not here to be a god." "I'm here to turn off the lights."