The wind, howling violently, blew on the cheeks and ached.

The sky was dyed red by the color of blood, which looked bewitching and eerie, and spread that aura to every corner between heaven and earth. As if echoing on the ground, a large amount of dead air rises from the ground, making the space full of oppressive feelings.

With such an atmosphere and such a scene, Bai Hua is very familiar.

The earth shattered, the heavens and the earth were broken, the corpses were everywhere, and the world was crying out.

That is the breath of war, that is the tragic situation after the battlefield, and the original sin that only occurs when people have various beliefs and reasons for a certain purpose, and they desire to kill each other.

There is no point at all.

There is no reason to talk about it.

Trampling on life, trampling on dignity, subverting common sense, and even everything in oneself has become a stake in the struggle.

"This is the greatest original sin of being born."

Bai Hua muttered like this, lowering his head to look at the countless wrecks around him and the pure white flames that burned everything.

In this situation, the pure white flame is the only light in the world.

It uses all things as firewood, constantly emitting light to illuminate the world and bring temperature, but Bai Hua understands that pure white flames burn not only dead air, but also wrap the wreckage, life, and the world itself, which is one of its nourishment.

It devours all things indiscriminately, whether good or evil.

There is no need to ask, no need to judge, incineration is the only mission that the flame has been given.

Even Bai Hua may become the target of incineration one day.

"Whew-"

With an uncomfortable lament, Bai Hua's heart suddenly gave birth to sadness.

Under the influence of emotions, consciousness slowly becomes blurred.

Why am I here, why am I here, what have I done?

Questions came up and he couldn't give answers, as if something important had been forgotten, making him anxious, irritable, angry, and hateful.

Feelings come inexplicably, but one thing is clear.

These feelings are incomparably stronger, more real than blood clouds, more corpses than corpses on the ground, and more real than the space they are in.

But······

"Why are you angry, and what are you hating?"

The answer is based on intuition - Baihua Arthur Doyle!

The object of Bai Hua's anger and hatred, from beginning to end, was himself.

What is the reason for being angry and hateful towards oneself?

"I don't know, I really don't know······"

Perhaps it was the influence of this space, but he had forgotten it.

It's strange, hating oneself is a strange thing in itself, because no matter how much he hates, in the end it's in vain, and he can't punish himself.

Intuition told Bai Hua that any form of punishment meant nothing to him.

The only weakness that can be attacked is to prove that he is still a human heart, but if the damage to the heart is regarded as punishment, it will not allow him to be forgiven and redeemed, but will only make the anger worse and worse, until it goes crazy.

He couldn't vent his anger, and he felt powerless and helpless.

He could only stand in this space fixedly, staring blankly at the sad scene in front of him.

"Why is this happening? Life is supposed to be something very precious, isn't it? ”

As if questioning himself, Bai Hua roared.

Chest, very stuffy.

It's just him, and no one will answer, right?

It should have been like that, but in the next second, the corpse at Bai Hua's feet suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of terrifying eyes full of life, staring at him like this.

"Nature is precious, it is the most precious thing in every living being, but you destroyed it and took it away to become like this."

There was hatred in his voice.

Like a curse, hard to remember, deep into the bone marrow.

He would rather eat meat and drink blood at all costs, even if he can't do this because he is weak, he will be deeply imprinted in Bai Hua's memory with the sorrow and sorrow before his death, and even the horror and attachment revealed at the moment of death, which has become an indelible obsession that accompanies him.

Once a flaw is revealed, he pounces on it and bites off a piece of flesh.

Even if it doesn't pose a threat, as long as it can cause even the slightest pain, it is enough.

"I, took your life?"

Bai Hua looked flustered and took a step back.

Although he had doubts about this, he knew that what the other party said was the truth.

Astonished!

In Bai Hua's cognition, he should be a person who cherishes life, respects everything of others and then makes judgments.

"I, did that kind of thing?"

Fear!

Afraid, obviously unwilling to believe the other party's words, but deep down I agree with this, and I have a feeling that I am very strange and no longer like myself.

So, under the panic, the loopholes in the psychological defense line became more and more broken, and instinctively wanted to escape, so he took a step back again.

No, if he could, he wanted to keep backing until he couldn't see the talking corpse in front of him.

But a pair of hands with only white bones left quietly grabbed Bai Hua's feet, so that Bai Hua couldn't move no matter how hard he tried.

"No, it can't be, that's not me, I won't do such a horrible thing!"

"Of course it's you, it's you, it's you, the executioner, who killed us one by one, and took away our innate treasure with a blank face!"

Another corpse made a sound, and the hollow eye sockets ignited with ghostly fire, its abomination surging from it.

"Ah, that's right, if it weren't for you, the butcher, how would we be like this?!"

"No, no, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't !!" Bai Hua struggled, his expression becoming weaker and weaker, but the nameless anger in his heart burned more and more vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, the corpses stood up one by one, and ghost fires gradually ignited in their eyes, bodies, rotten flesh, and white bones.

"Villain! Don't you even dare to admit what you've done? ”

"Ah~! O brave man, once again, lead us to war, let our anger burn the world, engrave violence and fear deeply on the enemy, imprint it on the enemy's heart! ”

"Butcher, it's cool to kill me, come on, kill again, just like you did at the beginning, kill again!"

"I still have a son, I still have a daughter, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Brave, you said that I would not die, you said that you would protect me!"

"Where are my hands? If so, can you help me find it? Ah, by the way, my hand was cut off by you, the executioner, and with that flame, there was nothing left of ashes······ Give me your hand! ”

One after another the corpses stood up, slowly but forcefully, crawling towards Bai Hua little by little.

This is revenge.

This is the curse of the dead.

This is, Bai Hua's iniquity.