The strange fog descended, and eerie beings invaded. Human society entered an era of strange resurgence three decades ago.
Level One: Gray Faces. Level Two: White Gowns. Level Three: Yellow Pages...
In this uncanny, unpredictable age, the strong formed the Guardians Bureau to defend every city, vowing to protect the people at the cost of their lives.
But for Zhou Qing, the way this world worked was just a tiny bit different from everyone else's.
Gray-Faced Woman: "Ah! I'm going to dig out your heart!"
Her fingernails were black and sharp as she thrust her hand toward Zhou Qing's chest.
Zhou Qing blushed shyly. "Don't be like that. Don't take your clothes off. Your brother's right there. How about we go to the bedroom?"
Gray-Faced Woman: "???"
