Laipa is a woman without a tail.
But they want her to become the second He Zhen.
Those who are alive are two-faced, and those who are buried in the grave cannot sleep with fear.
The pig-body Buddha statue that was maliciously hidden, the old pot of red rouge that was ruined, twelve pairs of identical eye lines soaked in blood stains, praying to gods and immortals, and the murmuring sounds rising from the ground day and night.
The ashes are curling up, and the curse of Drift Alley will be activated in the ashes of the eighteenth rose.
#No one is born to belong here
#There are detailed outlines but no saved manuscripts
#Updated irregularly
#Write if you can and post as soon as you finish.
Intent: Does the truth have meaning?
