When the wind blows the first grain of sand in the morning, the whole world is like a picture on TV, distorted unnaturally and then chaotic. I saw a dreamy color in the east, indicating the dawn, but the street lights on the road flickered and the surrounding scenery suddenly became blurred and dark. Ghost is the narrowest, and it is suspected that it is not a person. Mountains are nothingness and trees are ethereal. All of a sudden, there were waves of consternation on the horizon in the distance, which was as boring as ringing a bell.

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People have three worries, even the rising sun sometimes sets, not to mention people. I finally found a convenient place, and the scenery in front of me made me hesitate: I saw clouds hovering above the toilet, and from time to time several lightning bolts slipped out, surrounded by purple demons, and several ghosts appeared from time to time. And the black arms stretched out in all directions, all of them extended underground. The shape of the city wall is even more peculiar: under the dim light, the wall keeps twisting, as if the devil of hell redesigned the toilet overnight, which is refreshing.

Suddenly, my body twitched unconsciously. "No, I'm coming out soon." I gritted my teeth and ran to the front of the toilet. This facade is not bad: I vaguely see a couplet on the door frame, "Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone, and everyone is drunk and I wake up alone", criticizing "Xanadu" sideways. It turned out to be a clean place, and my hanging heart finally swallowed it. I reached out and pushed open the door. Suddenly, several red and black clouds floated out, and I was surrounded by various smells. "Boy!" I secretly let out a cry. Suppressed the residual oxygen in the lungs and plunged into it.

Where is the hell on earth? But today I really saw it in a place like this! The ground is full of filth from the devil's body: some are twisted like bananas, some are shaped like cakes with cigarette butts, and some are just baked and steaming. Some have turned black and dried, and some have simply turned into black charcoal. Moreover, the toilet paper of the devil's country is scattered all over the floor, all glistening, yellow and black. It can be said that resources are precious and will never be wasted!

But there is no way out of this treasure land! No one knows the story behind the toilet paper. Be careful with every foot, one foot will let you touch the minefield, which stinks for thousands of years.

I struggled with altitude sickness and strode across the minefield, but I ran into a group of "foodies" head on. They are short, with a pair of wings, constantly hovering in the air, and some are still hovering at low altitude. Their green eyes make your hair stand on end, they are covered with black blood, and they constantly comb their messy hair with their legs. "Oh, my God!" I immediately vented my "true spirit". In order to prevent them from coming in at the sight of cracks, I put my hand over my nose decisively and took a breath of turbid gas. This suction doesn't matter. My ph has been rising to 14, and the blood in my body suddenly boils, the internal organs keep vibrating, and the cerebral cortex also produces a * * * vibration response. Faster and faster, more and more uncomfortable. "Oh, my God!" I shouted in my mind.

Finally, after careful consideration, I decided to give up resistance, concentrate on completing the "task" as soon as possible and then leave this hellhole. But contrary to expectations, I finally found a spacious place. The sudden scene made my blood condense into a piece: it was a desperate stagnant water, and the spring breeze could not blow out any fragrance. It was covered with pearl-like bubbles, and small beads turned into big ones, and some were punctured by those foodies. There is also a yellow "gasoline" flowing around. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the ph value plummeted to 1.8, and my stomach acid suddenly flooded. Before I could control it, I finally calmed down after a while.

I give up! Gave up the sacred plan. I cursed the old man who looked after the toilet, hoping that he could come and see the situation here. Before I finished, another middle-aged man came in. He skillfully picked up two red bricks and slammed them at the bud area. I saw that the mines under the red bricks were detonated one after another, and the yellow "shrapnel" splashed everywhere. When everything was calm, he stood in those two palm-sized places and unfolded his masterpiece.

I finally see clearly that it is not a person, but a devil without sense of responsibility. They "revel" here unscrupulously, and then walk away and continue to do their own work. There are big bosses, students, migrant workers, unemployed people and people who are immersed in the darkness!

Although my temporary insistence has brought a tragic ending, I still want to say: "The thing is that people have to stop everything, and tears flow first!"

I'm not very skilled in discussing vegetarian games, so I only have this one.