In Qianjiang Town, where I grew up, I failed the college entrance examination on my 18th birthday, in front of the thousand-year-old tree. "I was so dazzled that it turned into an inn!!!" Suddenly the door opened, and his legs stepped forward uncontrollably. A white-haired old man sat on the wicker chair in the center, and a handsome black-haired man stood next to him.
Me: "What on earth is this place?" At this moment, a stream of information entered my brain. "Why is this a transfer station for ghosts?" The old man said, "Come, be my apprentice, be my close disciple." I raised my legs and left. The man next to the old man spoke: "If you go out today, I'm afraid you will become a lonely ghost immediately. You must know that your coming here is by no means an accident."
In the end I had to compromise and start my fantasy life. . .