Blood Crimson: The Spirit-Calling Tribulation

On the night the Spiritual Jade shattered into a rain of blood, the capital became a hellscape of corpses.

Jia Baoyu carried Daiyu through the encircling horde, but she grew colder and colder against his shoulder:

“Baoyu, you should forget me...”

For thirty years, Jia Baoyu tried every method he could think of:

Daoist arts, forbidden drugs, even refining Lin Daiyu’s corpse into a walking corpse.

Then, last night, Daiyu suddenly opened her scarlet eyes:

“Every day you remember me, the apocalypse lasts one more year.”

It turned out that Jia Baoyu himself was the cause of the world’s destruction.

Good, Jia Baoyu thought. “At least this time, I can turn the blade against my own throat and give her eternal peace.”

For those over thirty who still believe love can bite