He saw the exaggerated water level outside the house. The wind and rain outside were exaggerated. Knowing that no more ships would e, he returned to his flooded study, jumped onto an underwater ledge, and climbed out of the paulownia box. , placed some of his belongings, including his diary, in a box and closed it.

He floated in the water, staring at the ceiling, which was less than five inches away, and, sighing quietly, closed his eyes and fell into the water.

Frogs were croaking in his ears, and when he reluctantly opened his eyes, he found himself floating in a deep underwater hole, with several purple-gray frogs staring silently at him.

Two hundred and seventy eyes opened

The widening gray and red vertical lines are the frog's eyes.

Dirty black lines and wide shadows are mysterious ancient underwater palaces.

The sound of an unknown horn and a heavy, cold whisper are the music that weles Fan Mu!

"Juan" with all his strange faces, grotesque shapes and frightening faces sent him into a deep, dark deep sleep, deep into the palace of dark sleep, where the frog god slept deeply.

After Juan Mu broke through the air sac enveloping the palace, he regained his ability to breathe. Escorted and encouraged by a group of frogmen, he arrived at the home of the owner of the palace.

Fan Mu trembled in his calves and remained silent as he groped for the majestic dark brown door in front of him.

"Why did I e here suddenly? Am I dreaming?" After dying peacefully, Juan Mu felt that he had lost some memories. No...he was losing his memory every day, but this time he felt strange about losing his memory. I just need more clarity.

winter!

The door behind him suddenly slammed shut. Juan Mu suddenly turned around and saw light pouring down from the door that was slowly locked in front of him. He wanted to reach out to hug her, but he felt so weak.

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