The knocker knocked on the door twenty-three times.
I died twenty-three times, and was brought back another twenty-three times by the three ghosts in my body.
Silent ghosts erase information, shadows control space, and wandering thoughts swallow consciousness.
Three A-level ghosts were stuck in each other's body and would never revive, making me an alien in the cracks of the rules.
You can't die, you can't live.
Later I realized that they were not protecting me - they just couldn't touch anyone.
So I started ghost hunting.
One, two, three.
Use their rules to melt into a world-destroying knife, and use their supernatural power to pave the road.
I have traveled through countless worlds, met countless strong people, and stood outside the rules.
Be the only special case
Later, I met a man on the wall of the perfect world.
Her clothes are as white as snow, her hair is as long as a waterfall, and the moonlight shines on her body, as if she has stepped out of a painting.
She said, "I've seen you."
In that ghost bus, when you still don't know who you are.
That's when I suddenly discovered——
Traveling to countless worlds is not just to become stronger.
But to get in front of her.
Someone later asked me what it was like to be outside the rules.
I said, I feel nothing.
Because I have turned back.
Go back and stay with her.
