The broken strings and the drizzle fall slowly,
The copper bells sing in the wind,
The evil spirit permeates the air.
Fu Yan habitually picked up the bamboo silk umbrella on the table.
He jumped lightly and landed on the top of the eaves.
But he saw Lu Qian dressed in black and already waiting here.
"Why are you here?"
"Idiot, I'm afraid you'll be eaten by a monster alone."