The monster looks like a local dog. The big pimple in the middle of the head bursts with a bang, just like a bubble breaking at the critical point. Countless white flowers are splashing around, and the body odor is more intense, almost forming a gray miasma in this Artemisia.

I can see what is coming out of the pimple bag. My stomach twitches violently, and my gastric juice rolls and I squat on the ground and vomit wildly.

"I'm fucking... I'm breaking my pimple bag. On the fifth day of the first half of the year, I just turned my head and looked at the past. All the scenes...