The entire sunlit town suddenly grew gloomy.
A cold, sinister air clung to these people as they curled up in various parts of the town.
They had already lost everything and could only lose themselves in beautiful dreams.
He intended to destroy the museum, but did he really have to destroy these unfortunate people along with it?
Looking toward the end of the street, he saw the old man who had returned home sitting alone beneath a streetlamp, silently gazing at the sky.
There wasn't a single person beside him.
Nor did he have any meat to stew in his hands—only a homemade cigarette, burned down to its last stub.
Because he had entered this museum by borrowing the old man's trait, Lu Xin knew the old man's past.
Thirty years ago, he had lived a carefree life. After the Crimson Moon brought great changes, he had once had a devoted wife and a pair of adorable, sensible children.
Though he had been a good-for-nothing in his youth, he had later turned over a new leaf and worked hard to live. He had distinguished himself in the war against the lunatics and contributed to rebuilding civilization.
Yet his life had been tragically miserable, as though cursed.
His son had died in a car accident, while his daughter had lost her hearing after a high fever. He and his wife had worked hard to raise their daughter, then found her a kindhearted, lame son-in-law. But their daughter died of complications during childbirth, leaving behind only a grandson.
His son-in-law was diligent and capable, yet he was crushed into a mass of flesh by two concrete slabs in a construction accident.
His wife died after being battered by one disaster after another. He then raised his grandson alone, waiting for him