The Black Soil of Boundless Night

That day, the sun set and never rose again. From then on, the human world was born chasing fire. Everyone crowded towards the light. There was only one person walking back against all the firelight. He forgot who he was and why he came back. He only remembered two things: when he was hungry, he had to find food, and when he was cold, he had to squeeze towards the fire spring. People in Shuangshu Village call him Black Earth. For eighty-four years, no one knows that this orphan picked up from the snow personally peeled off his own skin and picked out his own bones five hundred years ago, just to walk back to the world. "The pain of skinning and evisceration is unbearable even to gods. It hurts. It hurts." "There is no need to travel to the capital to seek truth, but to find the truth in fireworks." ——This time, he wants to get his name back.