Don't change the vest and it will break

On a depressing and dreary rainy night, the street lights flickered on and off, there was loud crying outside the door, and the room was quiet inside.

The surface of the water broken by the raindrops was suddenly enveloped by a mass of black shadows, and a small piece stepped on it, as if a little disgusted, and soon appeared on the dry table next to it with water marks.

A series of lovely paw prints were left on the ground, and slowly disappeared before anyone noticed.

"Meow~"

An inaudible voice called out to the figure on the bed.The shadow sitting on the head of the bed with his knees crossed seemed to be frightened, and even his outline was blurred.

The aisle light shines through the glass above the door, seemingly indistinctly.In the dark corner, a black shadow slowly splits out, a ball of coal-like hair, shakes the hair on the body, walks around the bed gracefully a few times, leaps lightly onto the pure white quilt, with long circles The white-haired claws, like wearing small shoes, are clustered in a pile, squatting solemnly into a small group of depressions.

The thunder exploded, and under the light of the lightning, the golden pupils were dazzlingly bright. The cat's claws wiped his face twice, and carefully stroked his long beard. ,

"who are you?"

Shadow felt as if a cloud of wind had blown away in front of him, and when he saw it again, the owner of the golden pupil was pressing on the head of the bed with one hand, and holding a short stick across his neck with the other, the oppressive feeling made him feel suffocated.A voice as clear as a cold spring rang in his ears, and his breath passed by his ears.

"I am the guide on the road to death, you have stayed here for too long."

"What do you mean? I'm not here, I want to stay here! I want to know how I died?" Shadow roared, trying to push away the woman covered in a cloak, but her neck was pressed against the short stick In an instant, he lost the strength to struggle.

"Why bother? For you, the truth is also a memory that needs to be discarded. Let the people in this world go and find out by themselves."

While sighing faintly, the pure white quilt was covered with gorgeous filigree, while the red light flashed, the door to the underworld was opened.With the disappearance of the ruthless figure, the room regained its calm.

Shadow stepped on the wet and soft ground, as if something had been stripped off his body bit by bit, and when he stepped on the broken bridge, there was only a white bone left, and blue fire was shining in the empty eye sockets.

Seeing that he was still not moving, a white long-haired ball rushed over from a distance. The soft pad of his flesh pressed directly on the skeleton, and then he turned over and jumped back onto the bridge.

"Hmph, moji." Da Mao Tuanzi gave the man wrapped in a black robe a pad, then wagged his tail and continued running forward. Now is the time for that man to update.

The rolling waves are full of blood, making the Bianhua more delicate and beautiful.The fishy smell and fragrance lingering at the tip of the nose are intertwined and become a kind of poison, forgetting worry and joy, just sinking in the poison here.

Between the underworld and the present world, there is only one race, as the guide, to create a unique place.

Darkness does not belong to the underworld alone. When the heavy curtains are drawn, a new "world" is slowly emerging from the chaos.