Wenger has been staring at the big hotel sign above his head for a long time, always wondering when it will fall. It will definitely be exciting when it falls, at least he himself will be smashed into a pool of bloody mud.

If he hadn't been smashed into bloody mud by the huge sign above his head, would he have been pierced through the intestines by the spears on the fence and died?

Or maybe he didn't die from being punctured through the intestines, but he slipped and fell from the top floor and died?

The moon is almost full, and the clouds around it are running very fast. The moon is in it, appearing and disappearing, and a gust of wind blows, completely disappearing the light...

Wenger was wondering again, would the wicker chair under him suddenly become a spirit, and then he would be strangled to death by the newly grown vines?

Or maybe the cell phone explosion caused tinnitus and changed beyond recognition?

Oh, looking at the green light, he thought of another possibility. Being electrocuted seems not a bad idea?

The Ghost Festival is coming soon, can we still catch the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts?

Haha, it’s quite interesting when I think about it.

Another gust of cool wind blew, making people panic. Is it possible... to exchange one life for another?

Right and wrong, who is right and who is wrong?

Although this is not a rooftop, it is better than a rooftop.

That cloud was so big that it covered half of the sky.

Wenger stepped on the wicker chair and took pictures of the clouds with his mobile phone, and felt that falling to his death was a good decision.

The cloud slowly dispersed and turned into a big grimace, staring at Wenger.

After a while, it changed into another face that was even more ferocious than before, also staring at Wenger.

Wenger smiled, his life is here, come and get it.

I remembered that I stayed in the hospital for a short time that night and felt that I might get sick and die.

But he thought that he would never die in the elevator, because God would bless him.

There are more and more faces in the sky, but Wenger doesn't know how to join them.

Wenger could do it before, but he can't do it now.

A one-eyed human-shaped cloud startled Wenger, but he still stared at it for a long time until it disappeared.

The moon seems to have always played the role of eyes. But why does the same moon have hundreds of different expressions?

Wenger hasn't seen stars for a long time. There are no stars on any night in Z City. They are all huge clouds, which are unbelievably beautiful.

The boy looked up at the sky and the rattan made a rustling sound.

Lying between two wicker chairs was a frowning young man covering his heart.

The breeze blew gently, and the hair on the boy's legs began to grow.

If time could go back, he would definitely not say bad words to Tian Tian.

If possible, he would rather die in the elevator like that dream.

Yunduo, Yunduo, do you have any good ideas? If so, can you tell Wenger?

Breeze, Breeze, do you have any good news? If so, can you tell Wenger?

Rattan chair, rattan chair, do you have any good medicine? If so, can you tell Wenger?

Moon, Moon, you stand so high, you must know a lot of secrets, right? Do you want to tell Wenger that he is safe?

Wenger was very sleepy, but couldn't sleep.

Why don’t there be dark nights in this city? Isn’t the clear blue and white sky too disrespectful to the night?

The heads that were not given away, the paintings that were not written, the makeup that was spent and the dresses that were not used to wearing.

Wenger, who is extremely suspicious and duplicitous, prays for peace in the sky.

Pray for: peace, health, happiness.

Prayer: Wenger.

Person prayed for: Sky.

Price: The person praying is willing to suffer twice as much, in exchange for the peace and joy of the person being prayed for.
Chapter completed!