As a butterfly flies to a flame, as a shearwater flies to lightning, life in the face of death seeks light. Humans are no exception.

Clark suddenly stopped and stood blankly in front of a small wooden house. He stared at the pair of devilish faces reflected in the red double doors, then at the warm light shining from inside the house. He was attracted to the light in this hut.

``Why is there a hut here?'' Mr. Clark wondered. When he saw the tacky store sign in front of the door with the tacky store name written on it, he couldn't help but fall silent.

Apparently this hut is actually a small shop called a "clubhouse"? It's more like a toy store.

After a moment's hesitation, Clark stepped forward and knocked on the cabin door.

"Here we e." After a while, a voice could be heard ing from the room. It was difficult to express it in Chinese. This gave him the illusion of returning to real-world China.

The door opened and a woman wearing a loose white dress appeared in front of me. It was beautiful and beautiful. For Clark, it had an indescribable oriental charm. However, the only drawback was that the woman was so white that it was a bit scary. Her lips were blood red and the woman looked a little seductive.

Pure and sublime, with red lips and white teeth, skin fairer than snow... Clark had only seen such beautiful depictions of vampires in ancient legends.

Mr. Clark was cautious. When I saw the woman who opened the door, I saw a red and black signboard with ancient Chinese characters written on it. He stared at the sign with some concentration. After a while, he felt his vision change, and the letters in his signature seemed to change, changing into the familiar language of "visualizing vision."

He could understand the words, but he wasn't familiar with the sentences.

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