Hao Xiucang's eyes darkened.
When I opened my eyes again, my nose was filled with the smell of sour water.
He lowered his head, holding a bald broom in his hand. He was wearing a greasy orange vest, with five words embroidered crookedly on the chest: Dimensional Cleaner.
"Fuck?"
The memory still stops at the moment when my heart stopped while working on a manuscript at three in the morning. It's better now, my heart is beating stronger - it's just that the environment is not right.
The alley is so narrow that you can only walk sideways. On the wall on the left is the graffiti of "Naruto", with half of the paint peeling off the Uzumaki crest; on the right is the wanted poster for "One Piece", with Luffy's smiling face swollen from the rain. In the mountain of garbage piled in the corner, there was still half a Zanpakuto hilt stuck in it, which was extremely rusty.
Bite--
