Carry Out the Pain to the End in Konoha

It was lying on the asphalt road with its ears drooped, and its body was only connected by the layer of broken skin covered with wriggling white worms, so pedestrians walking on the street avoided it as if they were afraid of getting caught in something bad. It climbed up from the muddy jungle to the crowded streets, only to see one shriveled salted fish after another, exuding the smell of corpses, walking crookedly. Under the scorching sun, its pupils dimmed, and the salted fish turned into droplets all over the sky. The young ladies coming and going were wearing gorgeous, expensive dresses, with foreign brands of rouge on their faces and a plump, rancid look. One after another, white worms emerged from the skin, exuding the fragrance of night roses. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.