Chapitre 346: Chapter 150: Honesty like Fog

As the apocalypse descended, many professions vanished, and humanity's civilization was nibbled away by a colossal disaster.

Although the seeds of inheritance were preserved in the High Tower, the harsh living conditions and the large number of people who were blocked outside the High Tower meant that many of the civilizations people knew no longer existed.

Whether it was the essence passed down from ancient ancestors or the dregs, it all ceased to exist.

The High Tower indeed heralded a new era. The comings and goings of people under the technology of the High Tower itself, under their educated tutelage, allowed this new civilization to avoid many detours.

But it seemed to have a pathetically dissociated layer from the times of yesteryears, and for those crafts that had nothing to do with survival that had disappeared, no one cared.

In Baichuan City, 700 years ago, there was such a craftsman, whose Sichuan puppet show, predating shadow plays, was widely acclaimed.