"It was a world that had been dusty for who knows how long. In that world was a beautiful demon." The old man lying on the bed said slowly. The old man looked like he was dying, his eyes were cloudy, but there was a trace of light in the cloudiness, and there was also fear because of the memories.
"General, you'd better stop talking." A middle-aged soldier was sitting in front of the old man's hospital bed, holding a notebook and pen in his hand. The words fell, but the book was not closed. Instead, he quickly recorded what the old man just said.
"When I joined the army, I was just an ordinary soldier, but my changes later surprised everyone. Didn't I? Young man, aren't you just here for this so-called secret?"