When the bell rings, the world moves
In the prosperous and ever-changing world
Countless people go to death
Scattered limbs next to the golden skull
People as black as rotten trees drank from the bright red spring water
Alongside clusters of blooming wild roses
The skinny old woman clutched the parchment and smiled like a cat.
This is the devil's feast
Buried in the fishy soil are magic beans that lead to new life
it's waiting to sprout
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Aloof, arrogant and arrogant X cunning and hardcore attack
Intention: The elixir can be ground, but its redness cannot be taken away.