Eternal night has fallen for three hundred years, the candles will be extinguished, and the shadows will bite us.
Lin Ye is a candlelight handyman at the lowest level outside Zhulong City. He rubs lamp oil and repairs candlesticks every day, surviving in the eternal night.
Until that day, Candlelight Stand No. 7 Was dug through from the outside, and shadow rats poured in along the crack. The little black shadow that he picked up from the pile of dead people when he was ten years old showed the fangs of the ancestor-level shadow beast in front of him for the first time.
No system, no cultivation.
He only has one shadow beast that can swallow turbid air, blend into the shadows, and live and die with him in desperate situations.
Someone set up seven soul-inducing arrays outside Zhulong City to draw away the fire from the souls of the people at the bottom, allowing them to walk into the darkness with a smile. Someone told him that these seven formations were all prepared for him. Every time he breaks one, his bloodline awakens.
He is not breaking the formation. He was being pushed, step by step, towards the abyss.
Before he died, Old Chen Tou said: "The lives of people at the bottom must also be valuable."
Lin Ye clenched the fire tongs in his hand.
Then let this Yongye see how much the lives of the people at the bottom are worth.
