Seven Levels of Traceability

[Urban suspense + fantasy of another world + youth growth + racial group portrait + light Cthulhu grand world view + laughing to death will not pay for your life] The world is a seven-layered ring, and human beings are just one of them. Ghosts, monsters, and gods all live in their own places and live in their own places, and no one is too lazy to pay attention to anyone else. Then cracks appeared and something crawled over from other layers. My name is Yang Changjiang, I'm sixteen years old, a freshman in high school. Originally, I just wanted to live quietly until graduation, but the world didn't let me live in peace. I was thrown into a school that provided room, board, and money. Not all of my classmates were human. There was a dish in the cafeteria called Fried Demon Realm Chicken Legs, which was bigger than my face. There was a river outside the dormitory window that would light up at night, so bright that I couldn't sleep. The rhythm of this story is roughly: as soon as you finish laughing, your back becomes cold; as soon as you finish laughing, it makes you laugh again Recommended reading posture: wrapped in quilt, turn on the light, and put a bag of potato chips next to you (give me some points) "Warm reminder: Want to scold me after reading half of it? Welcome. Want to scold me after reading it? Hold on, I'm writing the next one."