From the shrinking gap, she saw a terrifying scene—more than a dozen top-tier test machines were frozen into huge blocks of ice, and then, like a collapsing snow mountain, they slowly slid towards the metallic floor...
At this moment, the metal door completely closed overhead, the deafening roar isolated behind the door.
Qili lowered her cowboy hat with her hand, a faint light flickering in her eyes.
She thought to herself: "Are all the magic girls in Huanjing such monsters?"
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Time swiftly passes, it's October 31, 2028, the day rumored to be the "Witch's Night."
At seven o'clock in the morning, at the abandoned train station of Old Jingmai District, Platform 7.
The sky was a blue tint of crab, snow falling, the sun not yet risen, not resembling dawn, more like night.
