Once through time.
Shen Xuntong thought he had entered heaven.
There are no surveillance instructors with eyes full of heads, or teachers with split mouths who cannibalize people. He can finally be an ordinary student and enjoy a good life.
But why? Every week I will randomly enter the horror dungeon. He is afraid of ghosts.
Shen Xuntong looked as calm as an old dog on the outside, but screamed like crazy on the inside.
The only good thing is that he has a good brother to fight alongside him.
... And a paranoid male ghost who always licks his neck with sticky eyes in the dark.
He runs away, he chases, he can't fly. Shen Xuntong had a profound experience of the essence of this sentence.
Until an accident, the good brother who accompanied him through all the desperate situations said in the most familiar tone,
"Tongtong, where are you going to escape to?"
Intention: grow together.