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.
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Qing Chen sent a message, "Ask him, doesn't he fear being unable to sleep for doing evil? Doesn't he fear going to Hell?"
The other party responded, "Aren't we already in Hell?"
Before Qing Chen could reply, another message came, "My brother is about to wake up, let's chat next time, hehe."
Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over.
Dealing with such people, even simple conversations can be exhausting.
Now that a Time Traveler like him has appeared, it was hard for Qing Chen to feel safe; the other party was like an evil ghost lurking in the dark, ready to suck his blood and marrow at any moment.
To steal his soul.
However, in this game of wits between them, Qing Chen did have a slight advantage: at least he didn't have to cut his own fingers to draw blood...
At Liu Dezhu's place, the smell of burning paper drew his parents over.