Yang City.
Yang City is a beautiful, bustling, rich and peaceful metropolis, but it has never belonged to Lu Guo.
Standing at the head of Yunyang Bridge, watching the bustling crowd in front of him, Lu Guo suddenly found it a bit amusing, yet somewhat sad.
Originally, he was just one of the multitude of beings in front of him.
For the sake of living, he sold everything about himself at a low price.
But after that door opened, many things changed.
Fierce ghosts, curses, abnormalities, grotesqueness—Lu Guo felt as if he was living in a fantasy world, and he only felt a bit of reality when his companions beside him died.
"Passerby, you've not been in touch with us lately, staying in all day, what are you up to?" Several pairs of eyes were on Lu Guo.
"Passerby" was Lu Guo's nickname, used by friends who had played with him since childhood, like the one speaking now, named Zhen Cheng, one of Lu Guo's close friends.
A few men were smoking and leaning on the bridgehead with Lu Guo.
