At night, the thick fog gradually grew and covered the bamboo forest. My eyes are full of stars, and the smell of rust in my throat can't go away. It seems that I was pinched by someone's neck and pierced my chest with a chain. Every breath is a heartache. All over the body only fingers can move, blindly groping, the grass roots on the ground turned up, dew wet palm. A few days ago, it rained, the soil was wet and cold, and his fingertips were very painful. He inserted his fingers into the soil to support his body. A little red light was reflected on his pale face, and the cold sweat on his forehead was shining. He felt the heat wave around him and looked back in disbelief. With the dense bamboo forest as the boundary, there is a deep night on one side and a red sky on the other. The red light turns into a crackling flame at the thickest place. The fire licks the decaying beams, and the smoke rises into the sky and mixes into the thick fog. Just now, the people who were still walking around were like burnt ants, which were placed in the mud without any sound. The one nearest to him, whose white clothes had been dyed scarlet, was familiar to him, Bai Jin. I met her in the morning and asked him what he wanted to eat with a smile. The light of the fire leaped in his dark eyes, and he looked blankly, as if frozen. His expression at the moment is like a rabbit who has been shot through the heart by a hunter. His voice is stuck in his throat. He instinctively opens his mouth, but what comes out first is the thick blood silting up in his chest. He holds the ground and spits out a mouthful of black blood uncontrollably. He quickly covers his mouth and his eyes fall down. A piece of blood stained Rune paper is rolled by the wind. Click www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!