After Becoming a Substitute, I Will Copy the Divine Veins and Kill Through the Capital.

The heavy snow was like a knife, splitting the night sky across the entire capital. No one was walking on Zhuque Street for a long time. Only the wind blew the snow particles and smashed them on the bluestone, making a thin and cold sound. Under the eaves of an abandoned drug store, a figure almost the same color as the snow is huddled.