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The fog was thick, the dead branches of the trees were like the phantoms of the twilight open under the blood-colored red moon, and the crows neighed.

The smell of blood spreads.

Qianling walked through the thick fog, her bare feet stepping on the ground, leaving blood-red footprints.

"Kill ......"

"Kill him...... Kill him......"

Whispering in all directions, like a ghost snooping.

A faint wheezing sound came from the thick fog, intermittent and indistinct, but faintly familiar.

She paused, then slowly turned her head to look in a certain direction through the thick fog...... Frown slightly.

That's right......

The voice......

At that time, it was also because of such a weak and reassuring gasp that I couldn't help but go into the pit to take a look.

The blood moon hangs high, and the dead branches are dense like cobwebs.

The fog cleared......

The little boy curled up under the dead tree, his silver hair like a long tapestry falling to his feet, stained with thick red blood.

"Little ......"

Qianling stared at the familiar figure blankly, her lips trembled, and she staggered towards him: "Xiaoyue-!"

Hurriedly holding him into her arms, she trembled and reached out to touch his blood-mottled face, and her voice was mixed with crying:

"Satsuki, Satsuki, how are you......"

Silver hair stained with blood scattered on his pale cheeks, he curled up in her arms, his brow furrowed slightly, his painful gasps staccato and staccato.

"Ling ......" voice is low, and the breath is like a gossamer.

"I'm here, I'm ......" Qianling cried and hugged him tightly, tears sliding down his silver hair.

His tiny hands were stained with blood, and he slowly grabbed the hem of her clothes.

The silver eyelashes trembled slightly, he gasped lowly, his face was as white as paper, red blood trickled down the corners of his lips, and he muttered:

"Ling...... Save me...... Help me......"

Qianling hugged him tightly and cried, reaching out to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips.

The fog spreads, and the red moon is like blood.

Loud and dense voices came from all directions, like ghosts hovering.

"Where ......"

"Where...... Where is that devil......"

"Catch him...... Kill him...... Kill him!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Qianling knelt on the ground, hugged the young and weak body in her arms, and protected him in her arms, not daring to come out.

The wind rose and the fog was thick.

The voice was gone.

A hazy fluorescent light rose from his bosom, little by little, like a dandelion drifting away.

"Xiaoyue......" Qianling stared blankly at the empty embrace, the fluorescent light was flying, and the small body was gone.

The morning light broke through the clouds and dispersed the fog.

Qianling stood on a large circular square, surrounded by broken tall stone pillars that fell to the ground, and large and small white angel sculptures piled up on the edge of the square, full of gaps and cracks.

She looked around and blinked slightly, a tear still on her cheek.

Over here......

Looks like an abandoned altar.

"Ling ......" is very soft, like a dream murmuring.

Qianling paused, a glimmer of joy flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly turned around and followed the voice: "Xiaoyue!"

The morning light is faint.

The long black hair was swept up by the wind and swayed silently.

A tall cross rises from the middle of the altar, surrounded by iron cables, and hangs with a skeleton.

The boy hung over the cross, his pale and slender wrists pierced by spikes, his thin and weak body bound by layers of cold chains, unable to move, and a pair of black and broken membrane wings hung behind him, trembling in the wind like ragged clothes.

Black hair fluttered on pale cheeks, bathed in blood, and wisps of it blew in the wind.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, his pale and delicate face was tired and weak, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his blood-stained lips:

"You're here......"

Qianling stood barefoot in front of the cross, looking up at the immobile boy crucified on the cross...... His legs went limp, and he almost knelt on the spot.

A hand patted her shoulder gently, and Qianling turned her head sluggishly, her eyes trembling slightly.

"Uncle......

Lie Ghost stood behind her and nodded, "Girl, you're here." ”

Blonde hair is tied back and glows sun-kissed in the wind.

Qingxue Mirror sat in a white robe, spread its wings, and landed silently on the altar.

Qianling looked at him blankly, and her eyes trembled again:

"Mirror ......"

He turned his face to look at her sideways and smiled softly: "Xiaoling." ”

A succession of figures emerged from the altar, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a sea of people.

The white velvet fox's ears are cocked, and the white fox's tail is swaying leisurely.

The gentle woman with long blue hair in the crowd held the hand of the demon clan man next to her, talking and laughing softly, a pair of noisy sisters and brothers next to her bared their teeth, and two fox clan children on the side laughed and ran around.

Qianling looked at them blankly, her lips trembled, and her eyes were slightly red:

"Lisan...... Brother Jinhe ......"

Another figure appeared, the old man standing outside the crowd, watching her nod slightly, and the little boy with short maroon hair stood next to him holding the ball, smiling sweetly.

"Grandpa, Xiao Yu!" Qianling shouted at them, a trembling voice, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Everybody's coming, everybody's coming......

But...... Why? They're here...... Do?

The loud bell rings,

The empty altar reverberated in the air, as if from an ancient wasteland.

Crowded with people, quiet and silent.

Everyone looked up at the tall cross in the center of the altar, as if waiting for something.

The snow-white wings are light and stretched, and the crimson dress flutters in the wind, as thick as blood.

Hua Fengyan slowly descended from the altar in red, her wings stretched and suspended in the air, and a long sword in her hand slowly raised, against the sun, glowing with cold brilliance.

The bells echo,

It seems to come from a long time ago.

Qianling stared blankly at the sword in her hand on the young man's neck, her eyes trembled fiercely, and she hurriedly ran forward with a pair of bare feet:

"Wait, wait—Satsuki!"

She threw herself at the side of the cross and clawed until her fingers oozed blood, but she could only look up and do nothing.

No wings can't get closer, no feathers can't stop it......

Can't save him.

"Kill...... Kill ......"

"Kill him...... Devil...... Kill him......!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The bells echoed, and the voices of the people were boiling.

Vicious curses swirled like ghosts, entanglements repeated, and the world was drowned out with roars.

The long black hair is stranded in the wind.

The boy was crucified, his pale and delicate face was weak and calm, and his black eyelashes were thin and long, and he fell low, as if he were asleep.

The cold, sharp sword rested around his neck.

The knife was light, and a slender blood mark gradually appeared on the white skin, and the thick blood beads fell silently like cinnabar......

Splash down her cheeks.

"Satsuki, Satsuki, don't kill him, don't kill him!" please......" Qianling crouched by the cross and cried, but her voice was like a tiny wave drowned out by the crowd.

The snow-white wings stretched to the extreme, and the crimson dress fluttered in the wind, as thick as blood.

Hua Fengyan looked at the weak young man on the cross expressionlessly, her brows furrowed slightly, and her hand holding the long sword tightened.

The sword light flashed by, like lightning!

Blood splattered - his head rolled down!

"Satsuki-!!" burst out with a terrible cry.

……

……

"Satsuki...... Satsuki ......"

"Satsuki!"

Qianling woke up from her dream crying, and the whole person bounced up from the bed.

Chestnut hair soaked with sweat clings to her cheeks and neck.

She lowered her head and gasped, and there was still a steady stream of tears rolling down the corners of her eyes, splashing on the bedding.

The night was silent.

Outside the window, the Manju Sawa lantern emits a soft and warm glow.

"Dream ......?" she slowly reached out and patted her face, her fingertips stained with warm tears.

As soon as she lifted the futon, Qianling hurriedly jumped out of bed, picked up a coat and draped it over her shoulders, ran out of the door with a pair of bare feet, paused, and then turned around and closed the door lightly.