Start Making Money from the Mythical World

The electronic clock at the entrance of the subway station showed 17:48, and the flow of people during the evening rush hour was filled with all kinds of strange shapes. The man in a suit has an octopus-like creature on his head, with black mucus dripping from the suction cup; the girl in a JK uniform has a doll with a crow's head standing on her shoulder, and every feather is bleeding. Lin Shen moved close to the advertising wall, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the huddled shadow next to the security check machine - the proliferating mass of flesh with a baby face protruding from the surface, devouring the left suitcase.