Monster Dimension

Along the way to Sanchuan, there are flowers on the other side. The long road to death, passing through life and death; The flowers and leaves are not destined to each other, and they are all in the wrong place. Flowers bloom and leaves fall, life and death are separated; The underworld, the road illuminated by fire. Tsing Yi strolls, hesitating; Cherish the past now, and be lucky in three lives. Tonight or later, life and death depend on each other;