The Black Stone Ciph

Her girlfriend carried a slightly warped frying pan to the wobbly, chipped wooden table and placed a fried egg on top of some minced meat. Then she sat down.,Then, as he lay in that cramped room for the first time, intending to write an autobiography chronicling his legendary life, he gradually drifted off to sleep, only to find himself transported elsewhere.,A multitude of products constantly appear before people, overwhelming their senses. As he walked down the street, he saw a slogan on a promotional poster: "Ari Dai, A Thread of Niu Dai." In his view, this world, this society, was paved with gold; all he needed to do was bend down and pick it up.。