Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
114, nutrition can't keep up anymore
Qing Chen muttered quietly to the side, "Giving this away, it's going to be a hassle for us to start a fire."
Uncle Li Dong teased nonchalantly, "No worries, just let your in-law help us with the fire. We won't be needing this thing."
Qing Chen: "...That seems to make sense. Does that mean we can also mooch off their dinner tonight?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Uncle Li Dong said.
At that moment, Zhang Tongdan waved toward the woods, "Come on, bring everything out."
He turned to Qin Cheng and said, "We've just finished discussing the toll, and now we're getting down to business. Remember, you have to make it clear to your in-law that if word gets out about what we're doing, not only could your whole family end up in prison, but we could also face a second encirclement by the Second Army. You know how terrifying Prison 18 is."
Qing Chen fell silent. To tell the truth, he couldn't quite see what was so terrifying about Prison 18. It seemed quite alright to him.