Me, Hell

Xunxinghang Men in their twenties can't figure out why they can suddenly communicate with each other. The woman with only her head left in the corner, the kid who asked him to collect cellophane, the master of the painted red stool, one after another strange things happened one after another. Fortunately, he has a junior student he can trust who is not only handsome but also knowledgeable. Danmei, Danmei, Danmei! ! ! ! Don't be afraid, accept criticism. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.