On the Night of the Qin Dynasty, Si Ming Yiwan

The endless darkness was like a deep black hole space. Suddenly, a spell-like music from ancient times came to my ears. The music of fairy and magic seemed real and illusory. The melody of the Phantom Sound Box floated in the darkness, and circles of water ripples appeared around me. The space began to collapse and disintegrate. My feet fell away and I fell deeper and darker... "Ah!" "You're late..." A slow and evil voice became the last voice I heard. "Ah!" I woke up screaming. This was the strangest dream the author had at that time. The voice in the dream was suspected to be a star soul. In order to avoid my random thoughts, I wrote this story... If you think the male protagonist will be a star soul, you are thinking too much. The development of things is no longer controllable by the stupid author =mouth=