When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.

As time went by, Zhang Wenda always felt that some things in his memory became abstract. He didn't know whether it was true or a distortion of his memory.

However, when he suddenly faced those things again, he found that something was wrong with the world.

I am the only one in the world who kills, and no one in the world kills me.

This is a crazy man, his crazy journey, endless journey, countless myths unfolding one by one, bizarre, no one knows the end of time and space, you don’t know, I don’t know, this is a crazy man for life, A journey for knowledge, to explore eternity.