Weird? Sorry, I Am a Cultivator

Is there something treacherous in your heart? When urban legends materialize When urban legends become reality When the evil thoughts in people's hearts take concrete shape Weirdness arises and revives In this world that is gradually collapsing, someone releases the evil in his heart There are also people who stick to themselves and maintain their true intentions We are willing to be the pioneers in resisting the strange Always stay awake and alert while sneaking in the dark We are a secret whistle and a warning bell ………… The four-wheeled blood moon visible when looking up The silver-gray whistle becomes more mysterious under the light of the blood moon. The young man holds a fishing drum in his hand, his golden eyes are like the sun in the night He walked on the empty ground and rushed towards the source of the strangeness alone