The Alien Devil on the Tip of the Tongue

A strange gray fog envelopes the abandoned alley, the rules are twisted, and there are weird whispers. Chen Yan held a rusty iron pot in his hand, with zombies swarming behind him. The magic plant boils in the oil pan, erupting with a fragrant aroma that exorcises evil spirits. He grinned: "I'll use the pot gas to pierce this way of food survival!"