["True life is absent. We are not in the world; I call myself a prophet or angel, unrestrained by all ethics. I return to the earth, burdened with rugged duties, embracing the coarse reality."]
[——Adir Lando·"Hell Season·Prologue"]
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"Plop!"
A bottle was thrown and hit Shen Xue, bursting into a pink mist. Shen Xue screamed and turned into a thumb-sized Alice.
The flax-haired woman stood at the bottom of the stairs, waving: "Come over here!"
Su Ming'an supported himself with one hand on the railing, turned over and landed on the wooden stairs.
"Flax!?" Su Ming'an recognized this Baisha Teacher: "You clearly have already..."
"We are not the old acquaintances in your memory, but this story needs us, so we are born again." Flax took Su Ming'an's hand: "Wherever there are patients, we will exist. Dong Xue has recovered, yet there are still people afflicted with disease."
"Whose disease is this here...?" Su Ming'an asked.
Flax smiled silently.
...
"Dingdong!"
