There is a shopping mall in Suqing, which is prosperous and lively. In the food court, the shopkeepers who walk on their feet raise stiff smiles and warmly welcome diners. In daily necessities, the black-haired and face-covered shopping guides waved their mutilated limbs and loudly introduced the specials. The waiter in the clown mask holds a balloon in his hand, the corners of his mouth are cracked, and he is teasing a crying child. Su Qing looked at the thriving scene in the mall and nodded with satisfaction. Then, the moment he stepped out of the mall gate. Behind him, the gloomy atmosphere was fierce, and the demons were dancing wildly.