The Blood Drains All the Flowers and Dyes Them with Frost

She walked quietly on the blood-stained road, her black fan covering her face and shaking slightly, leaving only her blood-colored pupils, calm and calm. In the end, the silver bell did not ring, and only the red handstring was dripping with blood. The upper body is burning, only one person is listening to the song Thirty-one nails are driven into your bones, only people smile at you A sword enters the throat, and only one person blocks it with flesh and blood All living beings complain, saying that this world is not what they wish for Hundreds of ghosts admire and talk freely about the blessings and misfortunes in the world You are also a god, a demon, a hundred ghosts, and a human being... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.