On the night when Lin Wan, the owner of the funeral shop, inherited the bronze bell of resentment, the paper mannequins all over the shop suddenly screamed: "He's hungry--" The red thing turned into a white matter, the bride was laughed to death by the funeral procession, the blood curse spread all over the city, and the flesh and blood altar under the century-old ancestral hall was awakening.
Every time the copper bell rang, her sanity was eroded from the bones, tall buildings turned into flesh caves, and living people became puppets on strings. In order to break the killing situation, folklorist Qin Yu fed the evil spirit with his body, wrapped the alien tentacles of his left arm around her waist and screamed: "Pour the hot pot butter on it quickly! The evil eye is at the bottom of the pot!"
If you want to kill a god, you must first fall into a demon——** The moment she crushed the bell of resentment and jumped into the abyss, a maniacal laughter with cracking flesh and blood came from behind:** "If you want to go crazy, let's go crazy together! I will accompany you to gnaw at this world!"
