[Infinite-flow, mildly horrifying, twisted, a clever cast, witty and funny, one female lead, ensemble cast, going berserk when there's trouble and acting crazy when there isn't]
(Disclaimer: If you're mentally stable, don't come in. If you have a conscience, proceed with caution!)
The horrors here can't die. No, they're not allowed to be killed...
An ancient, dilapidated house can issue missions at any time,
and a shabby, indestructible lump of wood can talk.
“Welcome to the [Hovel].”
An ordinary madman can fill this entire space,
a battered old tobacco pipe can make her and them appear,
a blood-red pen can draw anything,
and an ordinary yet strange mirror can reveal their true nature and origins.
“My name is Li Muxiu. I'm a patient.”
“If my name's too much of a mouthful, you can call me Dad. I don't mind having another kid.”
Nobody can beat anybody. Nobody can beat anybody.
I like being human, and I like being human.
(Seriously, do you want to become someone's food if you don't go crazy these days?
Just kidding. Go crazy and you still become food.)
