The Big Dark System Kills the Enemy First at the Beginning

On the bluestone, the dazzling rain traces were like a twisting and winding snake, crawling wantonly. The fifth smeller huddled behind the damp pillars, panting heavily. Every breath he took was like a bellows pulling, with a rough sound. The fine raindrops were like sharp needles, piercing his neck diagonally, bringing chills one after another. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.