The gloomy old forest of the ancient village, the regular tombs, the occasional crackling of thunder, mixed with the howling wind of ghosts and beasts, the weather is getting darker and gloomier, but the blurred fantasy in front of you is becoming clear step by step, making people shiver. The fire fox curled up at the end of a tomb felt the invasion of outsiders, and suddenly opened its sharp eyes like knives, flashing a red light, turning into a wisp of residual clouds in the western sky...
"Who are you?"