The dragon returns to the river and the willows are green, and the demon spirits are sacrificed in the Bodhisattva temple.
The demon soul appears under the soul-suppressing tower, and the phoenix returns to the depths of the forbidden forest in Shanxi.
Ah Bai, you are the scum among monsters!
Abai puffed his lips: No, I am the city guard, a civil servant sent by my superiors...
Abai, what's wrong?
A Bai frowned: There is a demon smuggling into the city, and a black account has come to the city...
Ah Bai, I was maliciously attacked by a human, do you care?
Abai tilted his head: Uh... I haven't cared about monsters being attacked... This kind of thing.
This is a story about monsters and monsters, but also a story about human beings. There are many stories in the small town, and you can listen to the ghosts and ghosts talking in the ancient houses and deep alleys.
The writing style is mixed. It was originally written as a ghost story, but ended up being a story about humans, monsters, and gods. Embarrassing...
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