Xiang Chenluo is very confused about whether the blending of the two bloodlines is salvation or destruction. The evil spirit of the killer in his body is constantly eroding his soul.
He became more and more violent, and the flames on his forehead became clearer and clearer. The flaming red was gradually replaced by black. He held his head in pain, who am I? I... The scenery in front of me gradually became blurry, and I only heard a plop. He fell down...
The woman had just completed her mission and was walking slowly dragging her injured body. A man dressed in black not far away came into view. He looked around warily and tentatively walked towards the black shadow. He leaned down and said, "There is still breath." She struggled with whether to save the young man's life. With a long sigh, I silently carried the young man on my back and walked into the darkness...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
