I wanted to lie down and be a salty fish, but I found a yellowed notebook under the bed board in the rental house. It read: The Lord of the Strange Realm has fallen, and the next successor will be wiped out within a week. I thought it was a prank, but that night Mr. Wang next door turned into a faceless monster, chasing me and shouting "The key is with you". New rules began to emerge automatically from the note: Rule 1, don't believe anything a living person says; Rule 2, you must enter the treacherous realm at midnight, otherwise your body will melt; Rule 3, kill the remnant soul of your ex before you can live. I just wanted to lie down, why did I become the target of all the evil creatures in the city? Now, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at me behind me, and someone is laughing in the dark - welcome to the cannibal's game.
