Phedra Henry immediately remembered the order you had told your best friend. It looks like you told him to go out and talk to the devil's head, find out what he wants, what he's out there for. But the devil's head was cut off from his tongue so that he couldn't talk.

That's right. He said, "The devil can't walk in the morning. You bring her back first. We'll meet at the coffin in the morning."

My best friend pushed the gold-rimmed glasses involuntarily: "He can return on his own."

"Don't forget who you are now," Phedra Henry reminded.

Seeing this face, he remembered the feeling of running out of oxygen that day, a breath of compression in the middle of his chest, extremely uncomfortable.

The face of a close friend is a bit lost: "You have to stay away all night. So at least tell me your name, so I can eat the nostalgia alone."

Phedra Henry: "... gnawing at your head.

Phedra Henry did not answer her best friend, thinking with his eyes closed about making u