The retro-style dome is sprinkled with moonlight, where the light is scattered and dappled, and the stained glass refuses the light in a variety of colors.

The old man's eyes shone with a little starlight, and his consciousness was churning.

In the barren land, the teenager is clearing the wasteland.

In order to reduce the burden on the family, he and his younger brothers worked together in the wasteland.

A group of railroad workers in full swing break the cookie-cutter life in the village.

The speeding train not only brought him hope and longing, but also made waves in what should have been a simple and ordinary life.

The father sat on the bench at home, threw the cigarette that had been burned to the roots, and raised his foot to grind it.

"You are illiterate, it is easy to lose your eyes in the city, there are many scammers, and the amount of consumption is high, what else do you have besides physical strength?"

"I must go out into the city and see the world. ”

During the day, with the help of years of hard work, I climbed onto the train and bid farewell to the golden wheat fields (this is a crime, not to be imitated).

Farewell to the muddy field path in tears, farewell to the forest of tears and memories, and farewell to his parents who love him.

In the constant vibration of the steam cylinders, in the sound of the whistle drilling into the sky.

The locomotive drove into the capital of Pulis in the dark of night.

Looking at the city silhouette with longing, fate seemed to play a joke on him, and he jumped to the darkest corner of the imperial capital.

This is a stubborn disease that the imperial capital can never solve, and it has never changed in the slightest ...... for decades.

Evil is derived and fermented here, and the evil here can be released and vented to the fullest in the darkness.

............ There was also a slight stain on the prosperity of the empire.

Many councillors have said that the Undertown is a ...... It is even called hell and graveyard.

Many people in the upper districts don't understand, but only the lower districts can deeply understand that the mortality rate and crime rate here are the highest in the imperial capital, and there is no better way to advance except violence and robbery.

Decent work will never be open to you either......

Children born in this region are denied the right to education from birth.

............

Bloody morning.

Every day, only the extremely heavy and dangerous factories will hire workers again, as if they were the meat grinder of life, which can never be filled.

Under the cold signboard iron plate, there is the blood left by life, and the wails of countless unjust souls.

There are injured workers like wild dogs on the side of the road, waiting to die.

............

No one has ever dared to face the difficulties of life, and they are powerless to face them, only to escape.

Only sweet dreams are the only happiness, and when the dreams break and end, he also howls like countless people in a dirty and old house.

Heavy work has long since robbed life and time.

The infrastructure is a mess, but even so, it's far better than the village.

The deformity of the mind and the economy makes it seem to be pregnant with endless darkness, and there is only distrust and selfishness between people.

The paralyzing cigarette lingers in everyone's lungs.

Alcohol rewrites everyone's brain and mind.

The darkness of the night was filled with a deep dark shadow of sin.

This is the pyramid of layers, which are clearly distributed to all levels.

There is only endless survival every day, and the most important task is to survive.

It's to get the food you need every day, and to pay the heavy rent to the gangs.

The boundaries are so clear that you can't go to other towns, and your clothes represent your class.

Here he came to a turning point in his fate, which was the subdivision of the lower district, the "king", although the "king" ruled only one block.

Although he was only cannon fodder at the door, it undoubtedly gave him a broader perspective, where he learned to write and learned to survive.

............

Here he earned the first pot of gold in his life, and his back was stained with blood.

Two years made him cold-blooded, and the longing and hope he once had have long since passed away with time.

The power of words made him realize.

In order to get the ladder to climb up, he used all his savings to throw money into the best universities in the imperial capital.

He was disappointed, there were clearly two groups here, the upper and middle layers being the first layer, and he was the least numerous bottom layer.

The flames were burning in the night.

An aristocratic student shoved him and grabbed him by the collar, "What are you, your best way out is to use your knowledge to manage the factory and assets for me." ”

"My fate is inlaid with gold and silver, and your fate is worthless, hahaha. ”

"I don't like poor people like you who have gained knowledge, you are just a "tool" for education, hahaha, a tool", the shrill laughter still echoes in my ears.

He was indifferent, because he had learned the spirit pattern, and the upper-class disciples used him as a medium to communicate with the unknown evil chong, and the knowledge saved him again, and the spiritual pattern suppressed the erosion, but the evil chong still distorted his appearance, and he was extremely old when he should have been young.

No one saw the tears falling in the laughter, but he did not regret losing the most precious soul, but embarked on the most precious path, saying goodbye and burying the past with tears in the dark night.

Escaped from the dream capital of Pulis (in fact, the above is nonsense, ordinary people can live well, but people are too greedy and never satisfied.) ）

The starlight in his eyes dissipated, "interesting", the effect of this seal is terrifying to the extreme.

An ugly smile opened into the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Each of its owners is unknown, mostly mysteriously dead, low-level II.0036, cornerstone oddities. ”

The danger level is low, the passive effect is only effective for the mortal realm, and the high level can actively let go of the spirit.

The secrecy level I is low, and it is forbidden to enter the private sector.

At present, no hidden dangers have been found, and the scope of impact is small.

The reason for the formation of the appearance is unknown, the year, date, and place are unknown.

Guessed as a spiritual path derivative.

"Happy cooperation", the old man's outstretched right hand.

"Happy working together!"

A remnant of the North McCann Aborigines, a distorted and strong man of evil cults, meet tonight, and fate crosses the sky like an eternal spear, where they meet.