The old record player behind the white curtains on the second floor was making a hoarse scream, like a painful soul struggling in hell.

At the end of the alley, a butcher wearing an apron splattered with blood was standing three meters tall. He held a chainsaw stained with flesh and blood in his arms and stared at the prey on the meat rack.

Xiao Xiao stood in the middle of the alley, letting countless cold eyes and strange feelings intertwined with him, feeling the substantial fear penetrate into his heart, but he remained silent for a long time.

He just stood silently in the darkness, without saying a word, just a stubborn existence.

I have been struggling with fear and pain for four years, lingering in a small bedroom.

I endured countless torments, endured countless nightmares, exercised my concentration, and forced myself to adapt to normal thinking under this huge pressure.

All this is done just to return to this world.

But now, I finally did it, and I can finally step out of the house and walk on the street normally.

But the world has been stolen?

At this moment, a flame of annoyance suddenly rose in Xiao Xiao's heart. Facing the huge and crawling city in front of him, he felt an urge to return his world to him...
Chapter completed!