Twilight, the last descendant of the Twilight clan, guards his ancestral 24-hour convenience store in the corner of the city. As the midnight clock rings, demons, ghosts, and ghosts come one after another—paper figures crying in mourning, fox fairies taking loans, and wandering souls looking for memories. She maintained the delicate balance at the intersection of yin and yang until the lifeless policeman pushed open the door. Wrapped around him was an evil dragon that was digesting the last bloodline of the Dusk Clan. And she was the sacrifice that the dragon had been waiting for three hundred years.
