On the first day after entering "Final Resting Place", the players wailed under the strange rules, but Jiang Yao quietly opened her black leather suitcase.
Facing the monster with a torn neck, she put on sterile gloves and said with cold eyes: "The stitches are wrong and the stitch length is off by three millimeters. This is a desecration of the deceased."
Facing the terrifying copy, she lit the requiem incense and raised her hand: "Don't move, I will help you bury it with dignity."
She is not here to survive, she is here to tidy up the remains of this festering world.
Until the god in charge of death, with pollution and distortion flowing all over his body, pressed her on the autopsy table in the rain of blood.
His long, pale fingers clasped her wrist, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Since I can sew the obsession of the dead soul... Why not sew my soul into your bones and blood?"
Concept: Death is not the end of horror and ugliness, but a destination that needs to be settled decently.
