The Bad Guys Behind Me

In the dark night. A shrill scream of a woman came from the peaceful top of Nanshan Mountain. The blooming blood is like a flower slowly dripping into the ground. On the mountainside. Six statues are placed in the mausoleum dedicated to the monks. Drops of water gradually dripped from the sky, washing away the traces around them. A young man wearing a black raincoat slowly looked up and said with some disappointment: "As expected, it rained. The weather forecast was right." ..... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.