狗魚

Sun is about to set, the moon about to rise. The sky is dark and lightless, fierce ghosts run rampant, demons and monsters run amok. When he first transmigrated here, Wang Wu kept thinking he was a human—after all, he really was a human. And luckily, not far from where he arrived was a human village. But when the wave emitted by the demon‑detecting stone gave him a splitting headache, when the anti‑demon formation almost annihilated him, and when the villagers almost beat him to death, ... Rescued by a monster, Wang Wu finally realized one thing—that he is a monster, a bona‑fide monster. So Wang Wu: you’re right, but our demon race is a kind of…