Monsters die when they’re killed.
How many unknown mysteries exist in this world of ours?
Until one day, those that had passed away returned, those that had fallen silent revived, and those that had once been far away, once again came close to our world.
Su Di, a seventeen-year-old high school sophomore, an 'ordinary' person with a penchant for anecdotes and strange stories, was holding his mobile phone, under the July holiday sun, intently replying to a message sent by a forum and a friend.
The tour bus travelling through the forest road, the vibrant green scenery of the South East Asian jungle did not attract his attention, it was never these 'ordinary' things that mattered to him, in the midst of the tour guide's pompous introductions, and in the midst of the front seat grandpa's loud snoring, he clicked the 'send button! ' before letting out a long breath and placing the phone on his lap.
[Do psychics really exist in this world? Magic nor fairy cultivation, do they really exist?"]
Seriously replying to this post, the man who talked so eloquently on the internet would never have imagined that what he said was prophetic, and that what was going to happen next would tear apart all the placid realities, the gentle fantasies.
All the mundane, the boring but cosy routines, all the things he had taken for granted would be decisively taken away from him, never to return.
On his lap, on his mobile phone, which had not yet switched off the screen, the beginning of a small reply was still displayed.
[Of course.]
[They definitely exist.]
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