"Xu Wen, long time no see." The man leaned forward and blew out smoke rings on Xu Wen's face, making the ends of his eyes turn red.
"Why is it you again! Nothing good will happen to you!" Xu Wen was on the verge of crying. He knew that his life was in danger again, so he roared at the man, "Tell me, this time the van will run me over, the axe-man will kill me... Or... Or just kill me on the spot!" Xu Wen looked as if he was dead.
The man glanced at Xu Wen and said, "Open your mouth."
A cigarette was held in Xu Wen's mouth. Suddenly, the back of his neck felt hot. The person in front of him pressed down and quickly moved away. Two wisps of white smoke entwined together.
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Strange dreams that suddenly appeared, old and new red marks on the body, blurred faces... Xu Wen was trapped in the same dream repeatedly. Weird things happened one after another in reality. What kind of mystery is hidden in this?
What! I'm just a social animal, an honest and responsible cow and horse. I don't want to be cannon fodder!
Satan? Isn't this a myth? You mean his followers want to kill me...
Xu Wen's world view collapsed.
Intent: The counterattack story of how to be called a good socialist young man