Dust Nightmare

I am an evader, and I beg the God of Death if he can give me another thousand years. "What's holding me?" It's a pair of cold hands. "Who's behind me?" It's the God of Death. "A thousand years have passed, and death is coming to take away my soul." I can no longer escape. ——Thousand years later, the wheel of fate turns again. Everything seems to be brand new, but why is everything still so familiar? Nightmare group:480981831 PS: The content of this book is quite dark, please comment if you don't like it! This story is purely fictitious and is left to the sole discretion of the author! Any similarity is purely due to incompetence!