Delivering food on a rainy night, I turned into a dead end.
The sound of iron chains dragging the floor came from the thick fog, and four blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness.
I recognized it as Zhu Huai, the man-eating ferocious beast in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
"Don't move." The old man behind him threw out three copper coins and formed a Qimen Dunjia Formation.
The copper coins ignited into flames, and the ferocious beasts howled and turned into ashes.
"Things in the Classic of Mountains and Seas have escaped," the old man wiped his sweat. "Three days later, the end of the world will come."
I looked down at my phone and saw there were two minutes left in the delivery time.
The almanac was scattered on the ground, and the last page read: It is better to flee and avoid taking out food.
