After Being Entangled by Damp Evil Spirits

Song Zhiyin killed the monster. From that moment on, the world was rewritten, and he found himself in a parallel universe—one where monsters had never existed, and neither had the Bureau that hunted them. For the first time in years, an ordinary life finally seemed within reach. Then, at four-thirty in the morning, someone knocked on his door. Standing outside was a breathtakingly beautiful little boy, no older than eight. His pitch-black eyes were fixed on Song Zhiyin, and an unnatural chill clung to his body despite the sweltering August heat. “Big Brother… it’s so cold outside. Can I come in?”