there are broken bricks, broken tiles and sorrows all over the place. At present, there was once a prosperous Zixiao city in the boundary of the dark city. Now, there is no half figure. The black and gray land has buried the green bricks that were flat yesterday in the ground for a long time, revealing countless white bones with wind and frost. The light wind blows through the cracks of the broken wall, sending out bursts of whimpering. The whole Zixiao city is like a city cursed by the God of death. It is full of gloomy and silent images.

linggong Ba locked his eyebrows and looked at the...