The drizzle is misty, and the red umbrella covers my face. Looking at you through the rain, I can only have a vague dream.
The monsters of the mountains, the charm of the Western Garden, and all kinds of strange things and anecdotes began to haunt me after the tiger head bracelet was broken.
Entering the world with you, you will see ghosts and monsters bewitching people, and ghosts and ghosts are everywhere; walking with you, you will see the demons making trouble and the spirits doing strange things.