Dongao

On the west side of the city, a dark red beam of light passed through the reeds, setting off gusts of cold wind. The cold night reflected in the pool water. The cry of "Ah... Uh" was accompanied by the wail of the jackdaw. A man in red clothes walked slowly with a sword... "Master... Please... Ah..." I saw another trace of blood on the ground. Looking down from the sky, the red dress has long since disappeared. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.