Who can tell them that reality is about to come to the place they finally escaped from?
Destiny, I asked you to let me go, not to let you go.
When the cloister came to reality, the returnees who were on the opposite side carefully covered their waistcoats and swaggered through the market, resolutely implementing the three I don't know rules, but how can the cloister allow acquaintances to face each other without knowing each other?
So...
"Welcome Your Excellency [The Fool]"
"Welcome Mr. [Magician]"
"Welcome Your Excellency [Hermit]"
…
A series of names were announced one by one, and the whole world fell silent for a moment.
Say it again, do you think this ignorant guy next to me is a big boss?
A group of people wearing vests: sorry for laughing. JPG
Haha, look at the sound of my vest falling off (gritting teeth)
——————————————
How do we keep ourselves alive until the end when going home itself is a lie?
This is the [Psychic Corridor], a gathering place for homeless people.
The chess player who belongs to [Ignorance of the World] has already entered the game, the compassionate person has closed his eyes in the [Pure Land], the lucky one is lost in the eternal night of the [Forest of Mist], and the [Law Division] has lost their ark...
——[Si Ming], why do you insist on joining the game?
"This is the answer to destiny."
The road home has begun, but [Si Ming] has disappeared.
When the cloister comes to reality and when the vagrants return again, will the departed old people come back?
——"Welcome to the corridor, Your Excellency [Si Ming]"
