Introduction to the hit "Scumbag Crusher: A Guide to Graveyard Bounce" (Ultimate Optimized Edition)
Environment·Personality
In the exploding pink light of Binhai City's gynecological clinic, fluorescent toxins soaked into the silicone chest of the lace-skirted male doll. Doctor Xuanzi kicked open the mechanical debris, and thorns and blood streaks were spreading up the collarbone along with the toxins poured down the throat. Her clinic specializes in three types of patients: patients, scumbags, and patient scumbags who are made into smiling dolls.
Conflict·Suspense
When the spotlights in the abandoned theater turned on, old enemy Lou Minmin appeared on stage stepping on the fragments of a childhood poison bottle: "When your dad used to mix painkillers to ruin my appearance—" the curtain suddenly fell! Three hundred clones of Li Hai wearing lace skirts and octopus tentacles rushed out of the freezer. What was hanging on the infusion stand was the bottle of toxin that destroyed Xuanzi's ballet legs twenty years ago. A stage photo of her when she was ten years old was plastered on the bottle!
Small theater
▎Lou Minmin tore off the poison label: "This bottle of Graveyard Requiem is worth half your life!"
▎Xuanzi smashed the cryopreservation tube with an axe: "What a coincidence! Your disfigurement file is being shown on a loop in Lihai Silicone Breast!"
▎The octopus's tentacles rolled up and shredded the banner: "Dear, can I subcontract the tentacle barbecue stall after divorce?"
Shocking reversal
A hidden video was broadcast on a USB flash drive - the poison bottle Xuanzi broke when he was a child was stamped with Lou Minmin's job number on the bottom! The deep-sea alarm went off, and the freezer display displayed a blood-red countdown: "99% progress in landing the Pink God of War at the Dating Agency." The spotlight swept over Xuanzi's bleeding collarbone, and the thorn pattern and the cracks in the steel seal on the bottom of the bottle merged into a complete totem. The fluorescence of the three hundred lace skirts behind the curtain had swallowed up the last touch of the "Good Destiny of the Century" sign...
