His head was groggy, as if he had been repeatedly crushed by a boulder weighing a thousand pounds. His throat seemed to be filled with lead sand, and the slightest movement was like a thousand cuts.

The whole body is sore, the body is like being reorganized, and even lifting a finger is weak

The faint scent of ink mixed with the smell of blood and sweat came to the mouth and nose at the same time for a while.

There was only a glimmer of clarity left in the chaotic mind, the eyelids were heavy and could not be opened, and the buzzing sound in the ears kept ringing, causing people to be upset.

Ye Yanxun's head was empty, and he opened his eyelids tiredly.

In a daze, she seemed to see a black mist, and a figure was hidden in the black mist.

The man's face was blurred, his posture was erect, and he had a sense of elegance and peerlessness, giving her a sense of familiarity and strangeness.

She reached out to grab the shadow, but she couldn't.

Suddenly, her head buzzed and she fell unconscious.

The setting sun was hidden on the top of the mountain, leaving only a trace of afterglow, illuminating half of the sky red, as if soaked in blood, emitting a strange red light, making the viewer feel like being in a killing place full of blood, terrifying.

The blood covered the sky, and it was an ominous sign.

Families huddle in the house, quietly and silently enjoy the humble dinner, looking forward to the darkness of the night, and then sleep beautifully, forget the worries of the day, and return to nature again the next day, the sunrise and sunset.

In an empty outskirts, the red light that shimmered with broken gold elongated the figures of the two people in a deep light.

The dark shadow was reflected on the ground, mixed with the wisps of light, and the dark and cold side dragged behind the two people who walked against the light, and all the darkness and ugliness were firmly covered by the black shadow.

The young man has a long figure, an elegant and warm face, the eyebrows on his forehead are stretched flat, and under the thick black curled eyelashes, a pair of dark and pale eyes are slightly constricted.

He focused on the path beneath his feet, as if there was something precious underneath him, and nothing could steal his attention.

The appearance of the young man is not surprising, just like all the students show, it is the weak bookish atmosphere of Wenwen.

He looked underfed and unwarmly dressed, wearing a faded old jacket, a little uncomfortable in size, barely supporting his long and thin body.

On his feet were a pair of light blue and white-soled old cloth shoes whose threads were about to crack, as if they were about to tear.

The boy walked against the light, his thin lips pursed, and the blood-red light shone on his lowered face, blurring his countenance.

His pair of black crystal-like eyes were blocked by a heavy shadow, like a deep and bottomless black hole without a trace of light, and his exposed skin was blood-red on one side and dark on the other.

The weak and gentle qi does not exist, he is the demon that crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, swallowing the evil and dark aura.

Looking at it again, he is still the thin scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken.

The face is gentle and elegant, wearing shabby clothes, how can there be that terrible aura, only to question that they are really stunned.

A thin teenager carried a skinny girl on his back. The girl's hair was messy, her little face was tightly wrinkled, and her teeth were biting her lower lip, as if she was enduring some unknown pain.

Her complexion was somewhat dark, and her appearance was unremarkable.

Every now and then a streak or two of blood appeared on her forehead, and beads of blood snaked down the contours of her face, accumulating at her chin and dripping onto their clothes.