The Devil on the G String

October had just passed halfway, but that day there was a biting northerly wind. The streets gradually lose their color as the sun sets. In the corner of the empty high-rise building, in the lifeless alley, dead leaves are rising in the air. People squinted due to the blowing sand and dust, and hurried back home as if being chased by something. The "Devil King" frowned and stared at the people passing by, feeling that the real severe winter was about to come. The long years of dormancy finally came to an end. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.